Runaway Love

Hello again! So... Well I got the two reviews I wanted! Thanks to Georgiana D and Kelseykay! This time I want 4 more reviews! You can do it!

I am NOT going to stop writing this... I'm just going to have a weekly goal of reviews to reach before I post a new chapter. =)

One matter to address- I've been getting some concerned reviews about Eric and Ella falling in love. Maybe, but Ella will eventually go back to Char. I'm debating on when, though. Hmmm...

Disclaimer: Do I have to do these every chapter? It's seriously getting annoying. Wasting my keyboard away. Sniff,sniff. Don't own it, never did, never will.

Chapter 4: What Sickness Does to Your Mind

I woke up the next morning not feeling any better, but feeling exceptionally worse. My nose itched with sneezes to come, my throat soar, my head pounding, and I felt feverish.

Across from me, Eric was still snoring softly into his blanket, making the edge of my mouth curve up with a weak smile. I decided to stand up, to maybe get some blood moving through my sore legs. Twas' a bad decision. I felt faint, very faint. I immediately sat back down. My commotion had woken Eric, and as he turned to sit criss-crossed, he noticed my pale face.

"Ella? What happened?" With my head feeling like it was, his deep voice resonated through my soul. Eric jumped up to his feet, scrambling to me, putting his warm arms around me.

"I... felt very... faint..." Each breath I took, felt like a dagger to my lungs. Was I becoming this ill because I didn't have any of Mandy's fairy Tonic?

Eric felt my labored breathing, squeezing me tightly against him. His magic didn't work this time though. I was already too far gone... Eric let go of me, packed his things into his fairy trifle, then came back to me saying,"Ella, stand up."

An order. Heh. At least I wouldn't feel faint again. Maybe... I followed his order. As soon as I stepped off of my blanket, a chill ran all the way through me. Eric then bent down to pick up the quilt, wrapping it around me. I felt very grateful.

"Ella, I'm now going to pick you up. I'm going to fly you to the next town, you need medical attention very severely." Eric then bent down, placing one hand beneath my upper thighs, and one on my back. He then hefted me up, trying to put me in as comfortable position as possible. I layed my head against his chest, again feeling his flame. It made me feel warmer, but more shivers soon took over.

The thing I realized, was the wind blowing against my face. I didn't look. If I did, the contents of my stomach would surely come poring out. So, I kept my head tightly against Eric's flaming chest. I think I could even feel his flame getting hotter. Probably because he was concerned for me. I soon felt the air slowing down. We were there.

As Eric landed softly on the ground, I turned my head. Too fast... I vomitted all over Eric's arm and shoes. He didn't look disgusted by it though. He was just worried. He hurriedly found someone to ask where a doctor was. The villager happened to point to the building across the street.

Eric literally ran over to the building, kicking the door open with his foot. Hmm... I didn't know I had this affect on men. I thought this, trying to humor myself. It didn't work.

Luckily, that is when the doctor decided to come out. He was an elf. They always new what was wrong with you by just looking at you. I watched him as he looked at the spew of the vomit, my pale face, and finally at my feverish body.

"She has pneumonia. Bring her back to a room. I will be with you all shortly." The elf left, his small nose stuck up in the air. Eric walked down a well-lit corridor for it being this early in the morning. He then pulled up to a bed-chamber. He gently let me out of his arms, laying me on the bed.

He walked out of the room. "Eric! Don't leave me!" In my terrible state, my head aching, I let the tears fall that I had been holding in the whole morning, through all the hurt and depression.

Suddenly, Eric returned with two wet cloths in his hands. He sat on the bed cautiously, reaching his hand over to my face, washing off the nasty substances off my face. He did it so softly, as if I were made of glass. Tears still glistened my face, but I had at least stopped crying.

Soon the elfian doctor came in, glad I was no longer covered in that stuff. "You are suffering the worst case of pneumonia I have seen in a hundred years. I'm afraid I'll have to keep you here for at least two weeks..." He trailed off, probably thinking I would scream, kick, and fight against the sentence. The old gray-haired elf then continued on. "You will have to have several herbal medications taken every four hours. I am having my apprentice fix them right now. As soon as he comes, I'll give them to you."

The doctor left again, this time more well-mannered. Eric looked at me, concern twisting his face. "Ella, I'm so sorry. If only I had known. I thought you only had a cold. When I saw the signs yesterday..." He couldn't finish his sentence because I had put my finger up to his mouth.

"Shhh... It's not your fault. Probably I got sick because I wasn't drinking enough Tonic. It's not your fault." I took my finger away, remembering Mandy. "Will you hand me my magic book?" I immediately covered my mouth with my hands. Mandy hadn't given an order about it, but she said to please not tell anyone about the book. Sorry Mandy...

Eric gingerly got off the bed, listening to my quest for him. Bringing it back, I saw him grimace. "What's wrong, Eric?"

"Oh, it's hardly anything. The magic of your book is clashing with mine, snd it's kind of like... um... burning my skin." I looked at him, wondering if that's why my magic book wasn't working.

"My magic book wasn't working the other day. Could it be your causing."

"Probably. Since I reacted to it, its got to react to me in some way. I'll go get some fresh air, while you look at it." I gave him a nod of thanks as he left the room.

Surprisingly it did work. The first page was a tale of a girl name Cinderella, which I skipped over. I finally came to a letter from Mandy to me.

My dearest Ella,

I hope this letter finds you doing well. I wish I could see how you're doing. If you've found any Tonic to drink. I also wonder where you are, what you're doing.

All these questions run through my head about a thousand times a day. The prince has come by on several occasions to see if you have returned yet. He, sadly, always leaves disappointed. I know why you ran away and don't blame you. I just hope you have found some protection.

I've got to go, Sweet, but if you ever want to contact me, send a letter through Nancy. She'll know where it's going...

Mandy

Tears nearly pored out of my eyes again. I turned the page to find another entry from Char's journal.

Ella still eludes me. I don't know how she's getting away with it. She's been gone for nearly two weeks now. I haven't been able to sleep at night, thinking she's in grave danger. I feel in my heart though, that's she still alive. Earlier though, I did feel a stab in my heart. I knew it was her. She must've been in pain. I hope she's okay.

I've now sent search parties all over Kyrria, searching for her. The one I'm in right now is on its way to Bast. Maybe to see if she's there, like she said so as Lady Lela. Hopefully. I doubt it though, because even though I was attracted to them both, I thought they both had very different personalities, even being the same person. I must now attend to my knights, or they may start feeling lonely from my absence.

The entry ended there, leaving my heart wanting more. I turned the page to find a picture accompanying the journal. It showed Char on his horse, his doublet flapping open to the rhythym of the horse's jogging. I felt a blush start, just staring at his golden chest. His curly locks fell down, out of place in the picture. Everything was just so... perfect.

As I shut the book, the doctor's apprentice came in holding four bowls of distasteful-looking mush. After trying to digest this, I took a nap, dreaming about Char.

When I woke up, something held my body down from squirming. I looked around, frightened. At the end of the bed, I saw a familiar shoe. Eric's shoe. He had his arms wrapped around me tightly, his flaming chest right next to my back. I felt the searing heat through my gown. It felt good, but I was also scared. Was I begginning to have feelings for Eric?

I tried to squirm some more. Eric finally woke up, dazed. "Eric, please get your arms from around me." He smiled at me, still dazed, before complying to my request. I questioned myself why he had his arms around me.

"Ella, why are you so beautiful?" I scoffed at Eric's question. I began to get up, when I realized it was my bed. He should've been the one getting up!

"Eric, get out of the bed."

"Well, after doing what I did for you last night, you should be grateful."

"Ok, thank you, now go!" Eric smiled again, got up, then sat back down. I, being in the state I was in, started bawling my eyes out. As tears coursed down my face, Eric again, put his arms around me. Oh, how I wish Char was there instead of Eric! "Eric... get... off of... me." The sobs rocked my whole body, making me feel even worse.

Apparently, the doctor finally heard my commotion, and came in to see what was wrong. He noted Eric, the way he had a silly grin on his face, how he had his arms around me. "I would leave her alone if I were you. She needs to rest, not to be tortured."

After that, the doctor left for me to fend for myself. Then, Eric had finally gotten up, and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. As soon as he left, I grabbed the magic book to see if there was any news. As I flipped through the pages, I saw nothing of interest till the very last page.

I might as well give up on Ella. She's nowhere to be found. Maybe my insticts were wrong. Maybe she is dead. I don't know. To answer the questions swirling in my head, I'm going to go see the elf queen. She'll know what to do. She might even know where Ella is. Poor, poor Ella. I wish I knew what troubled her so.

If I don't find Ella soon, my parents told me I would have to marry the Princess of Gomer. Although we were close friends once, we're not anymore. She's just like all the rest of the woman out there, trying to marry the next King.

Ella, though, I think was different. She didn't act all proper and stuff, she acted like herself... I don't think I'm making very much sense. When I do find Ella, as soon as I spot her, I'll drop down on one knee, telling her to marry me. She has to. I'd rather die, than watch her run away from everything she's known. I... love her. I have to let her know it.

As I finished reading the entry, the page suddenly turned into a picture of Char. I couldn't look at his face, for the sadness that was there. I decided then and there, as soon as I broke the curse, I will go to Char. Hopefully, marrying him. And living happily ever after. To do that, I would have to start right away. Trying to ignore every order given. It will be a tough journey, but it would be worth it in the end.

Okay, not the best chappie in the world, but maybe you like it? I would like some feedback please... With a cherry on top, sprinkles, whipped cream... Please!

Enough of me begging. The quiz for this week is my poll (that no one has answered).

~~~~ I'm thinking about writing a story about when Ella goes to finishing school. During her stay at the school, a war breaks out. The first place to be attacked... is the school. Ella, Areida, Hattie, and Olive have to go into hiding, while waiting to be rescued. Once Char finds out that Ella's finishing school has been attacked, he stops his ogre raid and goes out searching for her. But will it be too late? Would you like this story?

A: Yes

B: No

C: Maybe~~~~~

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