Up In Flames

by TheForeverONCER

The castle was burned down and 12 year old Emma was given to 14 year old Graham to protect her. Emma thinks her family is dead. There is only 2 people that know Emma is alive Harry, and Graham. This is the story of how Emma and Graham Survive until they are almost positive that Regina has stopped looking for the princess. Rated T just incase, but it might change later. Gremma

8. Chapter 8

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I go up to the gate and a guard sees us from the view tower.

"What do you need young fellow?" A guard yells down form the tower.

"We need help!" I say.

"Get May." The guard shouts to the other.

"You may go inside young man" the guard says as the gate opens.

When I'm in the main hall,

I am a little relieved when I see a woman with a dress and apron on running towards me.

Probably May, I think to myself.

Seeing her clarifies this is not Regina's castle a little more.

I still will have to keep my guard up.

"How may I help you?" She asks kindly.

"My brother," I think "Emerson, his leg is infected and I think he has a fever, we need help." I hope she believed she is my brother.

She immediately takes my hand and starts walking down the hall.

Then she stops and takes Emma, excuse me Emerson out of my arms.

We start fast walking down the halls.

We come to a room, I think it's a guest room.

A younger woman walks in.

She smiles at me, and as soon as I see her I feel safe.

Ms. Amelia please help these boys while I go talk to the queen and king about their new visitors.

She walks into the bathroom and gets a clothe and fills a bowl with water.

She walks over to me and my 'brother'.

Amelia helped me realize this isn't a evil castle.

But who's castle is it?

Before I can finish my thought Amelia starts talking.

"So where do you live, and where are your parents?" She asks while pulling up Emma's pant leg up gently.

"Um we live in the woods and we have no parents," I tell her sadly.

"Oh I'm sorry.." She pauses looking for a name.

"Graham," I say.

"And this is Emerson." I lie.

"I'm Amelia, nice to meet you." she says while washing Emma's knee.

"Do you think he will be ok?" I ask.

"How long has he been like this?"

"A couple of days." I tell her.

"How long have you lived in the woods?" She asks.

Is she is changing the subject, I ask myself.

"A couple of years." I tell her, not wanting to actually count the years.

"you must be strong kids, I think he will pull through." She smiles.

She wasn't, she really cares and wants to help us, I think to myself.

That's new.