As soon as they made it into Arthur's home, the Brit turned on the blonde male. "Alright. Who are you, and how do you know my name?" His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Alfred... my name if Alfred F. Jones. For now, that's the only thing I'll tell you."

Arthur sighed, sitting on a wooden chair and looking up at the mysterious teen. " Well then... why do you keep showing up?" Alfred laughed slightly, showing surprisingly sharp canines. " Because I know more then you think. Your dream, of going back to the old days. Those days when you could travel freely. when there were no people to tell you what do to. No shop to look after."

Alfred slowly leaned forward, moving closer to Arhur as his voice got softer, leading to a whisper. " You want to be free." The American hissed, his eyes flashing slightly, in an emotion Arthur couldn't quite name.

Arthur's eyes widened. " How... How do you know all that?" Alfred grinned. " I told ya. I know more than you think. But anyway, I'm gonna offer you that. Do you want to be that person again?"

The Briton blinked, looking down at the ground while he thought. " I don't know..." Alfred rolled his eyes. " Well. I'll give you five days. If you don't know by then, I'll leave you alone. You'll never see me again." He whispered, his voice fading a bit at the end. Arthur looked up, but the teen had disappeared.

"Bloody Hell!" Arthur exclaimed, looking around the room. " Where did he go?" He put a hand to his head, getting up from the chair. " The alcohol must be getting to me..." He slowly made his way up the stairs, and to his bed.

Arthur had passed out almost as soon as he had laid down, putting no thought to Alfred's offer.

The moment Arthur's eyes opened, his head started pounding. He groaned in pain, pulling the blanket over his head. " Ughhh... I swear I'm never drinking ever again..."

" I'm pretty sure we both know that's not true. " A voice spoke, then laughed lightly. " You seem to love your ale and rum too much to give it up anytime soon. At least that's what I can tell from how often you've been there since you opened your shop." Arthur growled slightly. "Shut up..." The Brit groaned. " I don't care what you say about me..." He mumbled, getting up and walking over to a large wardrobe.

"What do you want, Alfred?" He looked over at the blonde, taking a dark green tunic out of the wardrobe and pulling the thin white shirt he was currently wearing over his head. Alfred seemed to snap out of a daze, his eyes quickly moving from Arthur's stomach to his face. " Are you going to take my offer?"

"I need time to think, for God's Sake!" Arthur growled, pulling the tunic over his head. Arthur went downstairs, going into a separate room. He grabbed a small rucksack, put a small pouch of food in the bag, then grabbed some old fur armor he had gotten off a bandit back when he was about 17.

"What are you doing?" Alfred sat on the bench at the wooden table, leaning forward with his hands holding his head up. " I'm getting ready to head out. I need to restock my supplies."

Alfred blinked. " Where would you go to do that?" Arthur looked over his shoulder as he slipped the leather wrist guards over his hands and shut the clasps. " I'm going through Maenjdall, to get to Icmeus."

Alfred's face paled, and he jumped up. " You can't go!" Arthur raised an eyebrow. " And why not?" Alfred swallowed thickly. "Because he... there are dragons in there..."

and... I'm stopping this chapter here.

I hope anyone who reads this storyr likes it...

although I can't tell if anyone does... because... I hope you guys know that reviews keep me going on stories... If y'all don't tell me what you think... or come up with questions, tips, or just encouragement...

then I probably won't continue this series, because I'll end up losing motivation...

Just a thought to leave you all with.

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- Britterz