Due to lack of ideas, chapters will most likely be 300-400 words from now on. I'll try to make them longer, but the scenes that are coming to mind for this story are pretty short, but not choppy. I hope you still enjoy!
"Mr. Ceedric! Mr. Ceedric, wake up!" Sofia said desperately, shaking the sorcerer despite his frazzled state. He was sobbing loudly, curled up in a tight ball and clutching his head tightly. Sofia felt tears well up in her eyes as her attempts to wake Cedric up from his nightmare failed epically. Cedric eventually stopped shaking on his own, but he was still trembling slightly and whimpering softly, an odd thing for the sorcerer.
"Sofia, come on to bed, Goodwin and Winifred will watch over their son. He'll be alright," Roland said, although he was just as disturbed by Cedric's nightmare bound state as his stepdaughter was. Sofia looked back one last time at her friend before nodding and taking her stepfather's hand, turning away from the distraught family and going to her room. Winifred immediately swept to her son's side, brushing his silvery bangs out of his face and looking down upon him with love and sympathy. Goodwin rolled his eyes.
"Don't baby the boy, Winifred. He's a grown man; he doesn't need such care," Goodwin told his wife. Winifred drew herself up, her eyes blazing with pure rage and grief. Her voice was dangerously low and calm when she spoke, making her husband shrink back slightly.
"Our son tried to kill himself, Goodwin, because of you. I'm not babying him. I'm not being too gentle. I'm not treating him like a child. He needs to know that he's loved, and that's what I'm doing. If you think I shouldn't be doing that, then you can leave," Winifred said calmly, smiling bitterly at her spluttering husband. Goodwin glared at his wife, but folded his arms across his chest as he sat down with a huff in a chair beside Cedric's bed. As he glanced at his son his brow furrowed slightly with worry. He looked so pale, paler than normal, and Goodwin could see numerous, angry scars decorating Cedric's arms. It seemed as if this wasn't his son's first dance with danger...
"What can we do, dear? Even if I try to make things right with Cedric, he won't believe a word I say," Goodwin murmured, resting a calloused hand on Cedric's forehead. As Winifred began to answer, Cedric groaned softly in his sleep and turned away from his father's touch onto his side. Goodwin's face fell and he chuckled humorlessly.
"See? Even in his sleep he turns from me," said Goodwin with a sigh. Winifred shook her head and patted her husband's hand reassuringly.
"Things may seem dark now, but you can earn Cedric's trust again. When he wakes, keep your distance, respect the fact that he may not want to be around you, but when he starts to be more comfortable around you, show Cedric kindness. Try to be more gentle with him, and for evil's sake don't scold him so much!" Winifred advised. Goodwin blinked. Trust? Was that really what all of this was about? Goodwin looked at his son's sleeping face and sighed. He supposed his wife had been deemed Winifred the Wise for a reason. He would take her advice. He would make it up to his son. They would be a family again.