Finally! I put the new chapter up! Be happy. I did it for you.
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15 YEARS LATER
Sighing, Maerad turned up from her writing, and she saw, leaning against the doorframe, her daughter of 15. Actually, she was going to be 16 the next day, but did it really matter? The girl's willowy figure was casual and relaxed, but Maerad had heard in her voice implacability and harshness. Her brilliant blue eyes that were so much like Maerad's were cold - icy cold.
"I want to know, mom. Tomorrow."
"But sweetie…." protested Maerad, only to be cut off with a savage wave of Adnaë's wrist and a violent shake of her head.
"No, mom. Tomorrow. And you will tell me the truth. Not those crazy lies you told me before," said the teenager, and with that she turned and stalked out of the room, her unbound black hair waving tauntingly behind her.
Maerad stared after her, and then huffed in annoyance and slumped down in her chair, rubbing her face wearily. She picked up the quill, and then put it down in despair. She couldn't concentrate on writing the Naraudh Lar-Chanë now. How she wished her daughter had not heard the rumor that had been circling through the town! But it was too late for that. Adnaë wanted to know who her father really was, and the real story of her birth. How could Maerad tell her daughter about…him?
As if on cue, Cadvan walked through the open door, his arms piled high with papers and books. He set them down wearily on the desk (causing it to tip haphazardly before righting itself) and then sat down next to Maerad on a long crimson couch. He yawned.
"Today was harsh, Maerad. Teaching is not as easy as it looks."
"Well, I'm sure. Taking care of our daughter is just as difficult, and there's only one of her!"
"She will grow out of it. Why, you were just a teenager when I found you. You were difficult, too," he said, grinning cheekily at her.
She hit his arm playfully. "You were harsh, too. All that traveling, with you….it's a wonder I didn't die out there!"
"Well, you did have me to protect you," he said more softly.
"Yes, I did…" she said trailing off, and he leaned forward to kiss her, but she drew away, rather painfully.
"No, Cadvan. Not here. Not now."
He looked hurt, but so did she. It was so unfair, Maerad thought, that their love must be forbidden because of their stupid powers. No one else had a love like theirs, and no one else had to hide it. They sat in a forlorn little silence until it was broken when Adnaë walked in. She brightened when she saw Cadvan.
"Hello, Cadvan!" she said, greeting who she thought was her Ancient Lore teacher, and nothing more, nothing less.
"Greetings, Adnaë," he said heavily.
"You two working on that book again?" she said lightly, happily alighting onto a cushion by the window, and staring out of it, daydreaming.
"Yes," answered Maerad. She then turned to Cadvan. She began scribbling onto a piece of paper, but she wasn't writing the book. She held it out to Cadvan, and he saw it was a note.
"Meet me at 12:00pm in the music room," it read.
He nodded, and then they both turned to write their book, and Adnaë, who was totally absorbed looking out the window, did not notice the triumphant smiles on their faces. They still had much to speak of, and Maerad had to tell him the worst news yet to come.
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