To Be Alone.
Yes! it is the third chapter! I know I said I would have up to the 5th done by the end of the week but I had much math homework. Ok, I know what you are saying. Who cares! It's not our problem you have homework! Take responsibility! Either that or. Who cares? Why'd you make another chapter for this fic! I will tell you why. Because I am the author and I want to so I shall! I haven't gotten any reviews for the 2nd chapter yet so no reviewer responses. This chapter will have some course language to let you know. This chappie will be done in Priscillas POV yet again so yeah. On with the fic!
Chapter 3: Departure.
Priscillas POV.
We have just left the lively port town of Badon. It was not without difficulty we managed to get a ship. We had to reach Captain Fargus at the dock in order to have usage of his boat. Now, we, "Eliwoods Elite" are on a journey to a horrific place aptly named the Dread Isle. It is a nice boat complete with well…I do not know all the parts of a ship so I shall say it has everything.
As I stroll down the deck the wind whipping my red hair into my face I see the myrmidon Guy. He seems quite sick. Seeing as I am a healer I go over to see what ails him.
"Ugh…damn boat…why'd we have to go across the sea?" he mutters to himself. I approach hesitantly. Guy is known to have quite a temper at times especially when it comes to Matthew.
He is leaning over the edge of the boat gripping the railing with white knuckles, his green braid flying in the wind.
"…G-guy? Are you alright?" I ask quietly. Why am I so nervous around him? I doubt he would seek to hurt me intentionally. Besides, we are allies.
" Does it look like I'm alright?" he snaps. He turns around and looks me straight in the eye. Then, recognition. "Oh, Priscilla… S-sorry… I…Oh, never mind."
The myrmidon stammers and flees the scene on shaking legs. I cannot help but laugh. Guy is…he is what? I cannot think that. My Lord brother would be furious. I do not think I shall speak with Guy again unless absolutely necessary.
I continue walking along the deck until I reach the very edge. I look down at the churning sea. The blue and green of the water. Soon I lose myself in those waves. Unlike Guy I do not get sick from watching the sea. It calms me.
I feel someone tap on my shoulder. It is not a light tap like a girl would do nor is it like the kind that Erk does. I turn around. It is Raymond, My Lord brother.
"Lord Brother!" I cry. He has finally decided he will speak with me? It fills me with joy to think that, I hope he is going to ask the question I want him to.
" Priscilla. Do not call me Lord brother. If Lord Hector finds out…I will never be able to avenge our parents, and all of Cornwell," Raymond, no, Raven replies.
Do not call him Lord brother? How can he say that? Why? I realize I am standing there with my mouth open not saying anything.
Raven stares at me with those eyes of his. They are neither red nor brown. They are almost a mixture of both. He has changed. Changed from the brother I used to have. The Raymond I knew would not have asked me not to address him as I used to as a child. I do not know why he has changed so…
I can almost feel the hatred coming off of him. Not of me. Lord Hector, he is the reason My Lord brother has changed. I cannot help but dislike him if only a little. Part of me is angry and wishes to join Raymond on his quest for revenge, the other part, wishes things would be as they were before, that… none of this had ever happened. But it had. Whether I liked it or not, my brother, would attempt to kill Lord Hector. I could not let it happen. I could not let him. I could not let Lord Hector take away my brother! I could not let my brother kill Lord Hector. Tears are running down my face. I can feel them, hot and salty sliding down my cheeks. How could I have let this happen? How could I stop it from getting any worse?
"Priscilla. Stop it. Why are you…" He says. He cannot even ask a whole question of me now?
I look at the floor. I feel the boat lurching under my feet. I hear Raymond…walk away.
I do not know how long I stand there for. Standing, on the deck, weeping for something that can never happen. I can hear the others walking along the deck. They cannot seem to even see me to hear me. I feel alone. Then, he comes. Erk. He looks at me, takes my hand and brings me back to the cabin Rebecca and I share. He doesn't know what to do, I realize. Should I tell him to leave? Or ask that he stay? No…My Lord brother. I cannot abandon my Lord brother. "
Lady Priscilla. Do you feel ill? Would you like me to get Serra? Or Lucius?" He asks in the same voice he always uses.
"…Lucius if you would…I must speak with him…" I answer but don't look at him.
I can sense his brown eyes are on me. I can almost see the expression on his face, without even actually seeing him. His purple hair falling into his eyes, head slightly tilted downward, his lips don't turn down in a frown but they are not upturned either. It is how he always looks. I do not think I have ever seen him smile or laugh. He has always been too concerned with his studies rather than how he looks. I suppose that is why the Lady Louise, Marquess Reglays wife has always took care of that. I have only met her once but I like her.
I want to tell him that I need him to stay with me always, not to protect me, but because he…no… I cannot wish such things. I hear footsteps as Erk leaves the room. I nearly begin to cry again. He has left me too. You asked him to. He would have stayed had you asked him that. A voice tells me. It is true. He would have. But, it is too late. I have asked that he fetch Lucius and I cannot run out and tell him to come back.
Rebecca is not in the cabin I realize. I had wondered why the green haired archer had not asked what was wrong. I look around our cabin. It is small but not cramped. I do not like to sleep below deck, I would much rather sleep on the deck above but I know Sir Fargus would never allow it. Apparently it gets quite cold during the night. Cold enough to kill a person that was not dressed for such weather.
My side of the cabin has books of healing magic, neatly piled in one corner while Rebecca has bows and arrows and feathers everywhere, not to mention various things to cook with. She and Lowen are always competing in cooking contests to see who is the best cook in the group.
After a few more minutes the door opens. I look up and see Lucius. He is dressed in his normal monk clothing and has his hair, as always, down. He smiles and walks over.
"What seems to be the problem Lady Priscilla? Young Erk said you were feeling ill."
"And he's right… I am. My Lord brother, I feel he does not wish to go through with the promise he made to me. That he would marry me…" I answer feeling tears spring to my eyes at just the thought of my brother not keeping his promise.
" Oh Lady Priscilla, do not worry about such things. He promised you. I assure you he would not lie about something such as that. Lord Raymond loves you very much," the acolyte says. His bright blue eyes are kind. I have known Lucius for some time; he would not lie to me.
I nod. Somehow, I don't fully believe all of Lucius' words. Like, he is only telling half the truth, leaving things out for someone else's benefit. I shake those thoughts from my head. It is wrong to think that Lucius would lie. He is a monk. He is unable to lie. Still, a feeling of unease has a hold on me. I hope that my feelings are only a result of an over active imagination.
Well I guess I'll end it there. I don't know if the fic is going to end up raven/Lucius. If you have any thoughts on it then you'll have to review! Priscilla is so confused well, that's puberty for you I suppose! Ha! Anyway, how do you think I did this chapter? Was my description ok? I hope so. Anyway… next chapter I hope will be the battle on the ship…in other words chapter 17: Pirate Ship. It may be called that in the fic. I don't know. Chapter names aren't exactly a major thing. But, yes. Read and Review!