It was early the next morning when Shaylee woke up to see her mother still sleeping and
brother wasn't there but Rylie had always been an early rise. Slowly she got out of the bed as
to not wake her mother who was exhausted from yester day. Shaylee was going to head to
the medical wing and see if there was anything she could do. When she finally got their it was
empty except for three people sleeping in the back corner of the room. Usually she would wait
for an adult to take care of people she didn't know but these three drew her too them.
Something inside told her that they wouldn't hurt her, they would even die for her. As soon as
she looked at them she loved them and felt oddly connected as if she had meet them in a
dream. So she got a cloth ,warm and headed toward the first one , he had dark hair and kinda
reminded her of her mother. After dipping her cloth in the water she gently laid it on the mans
head. He began to stir and then looked at her with blurry eyes.
" Little Elf" He said gently grabbing her arm
This made Shaylee stop patting his head for a second, her mother had told her many stories
of her child hood and how her brother used to call her little elf. But uncle Lancelot had been
dead for 10 years this made Shaylee really look at the man and this man fit her mothers
description.
" Nay she is my mother my name is Shaylee or birdie if you like" Shaylee said
" Child little elf is a mother" Lancelot said being able to see and think a little more clearly
Before Shaylee could answer her arm was snatched away and she was forced behind her
brother as he put a knife to the mans throat leaving both in shock.
" You will refrain from grabbing my sister" He said in a deadly voice
This made Shaylee finally come to her senses and she gently pushed her brother out of the
way. An went back to Lancelot's side taking his hand again leaving her brother to glare as he
placed his dagger back in its hilt.
" Rylie he didn't me I would like you to me Uncle Lancelot" Shaylee said
" Shaylee that's not Uncle Lancelot he's been dead for 10 years" Rylie said in a monotone
" Nay lee he is your uncle he came back to us yesterday" Ebony said from the door way
She was still extremely weak so she walked slowly, Rylie was soon at her side to help her to a
chair near the three beds. She had awoken as soon as her daughter had gotten out of the bed
it had just taken her a while to get to the medical wing. She looked at her children knowing
that even at their young age they had the right to know the truth after all these weren't
normal children after all. So patting her lap in which only Shaylee sat on she explained to the
children what happened. Lancelot looked in amazement at his sister who looked exactly the
same age as when he left her. She finally caught him staring at her and gently setting her
daughter down went to her beloved brother, as if knowing what she was going to do he
moved over for her. Gently Ebony crawled into the bed and then hugged her brother really
tight and winced when he hugged her back because the cuts where still raw.
" O how I have missed you big brother" Ebony exclaimed
" Ay I have missed you two little Elf" Lancelot said
" See I told you so" Shaylee said looking at her brother
" Yours" Lancelot said smiling at the children
" Ay both mine Lancelot I would like you too meet your niece and nephew Shaylee and Rylie"
Ebony said
Shaylee never one to wait jumped up onto her mothers lap and hugged her uncle and set a
kiss on his cheek Rylie sat back and simply watched he didn't make a moved toward the older
man simply nodded at him. Lancelot chuckled at the boy having no dought in his mind that
Rylie was Tristan's son. The only thing on his mind was what elsehad happened since he had died.