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Author's Note: I am still working on getting back to my rhythm; it's a lot harder than I anticipated. Thank you for being patient.

Wondering and Hoping

Syd opened her eyes and for a minute was terrified. She had no clue where she was. Then she remembered once more that she was still in Sky's cabin. Sitting up she looked around at the small, but comfortable room that she was in. They had been here for a few days already, and it was still weird waking up in this room. The doctor had checked up on Sky yesterday and declared that Sky was almost completely better. Although he had asked them to stay for a couple more days to make sure that he was completely fine. Z wasn't happy about that at all.

"Look it's not my fault." She heard her sister's voice start to rise.

"Oh, I suppose it's mine?" Syd could just imagine Sky raising his eyebrow.

"You said it."

"I believe you were the one that should have been paying closer attention."

"It's your house."

Syd got out of the bed and quickly got on her clothes, well as quick as she could. This was one thing that she wouldn't miss.

Those two.

Fighting.

All the time.

It was ridiculous.

It was almost as if…as if they liked each other! That had to be it. She just knew it. Z had never treated anyone like that. And Sky…well sure she didn't know him, but it was obvious.

She looked in the mirror and finished fixing her hair and then gave herself a smile before heading down the stairs. That was that, they liked each other.

After descending the stairs she realized that the scene in front of her was far from what two people who liked each other should be. Z had her hands on her hips and Sky's arms were folded.

"Hey you two, how are you today?"

"Fine." They both muttered and then glared at each other.

"I can see that."

"Syd," Z began but stopped when Syd looked at her.

"I'm doing fine thank you. I'm so glad things are well between you and that you're not fighting again."

She watched as her sister and Sky both rolled their eyes. Then Sky spoke up, "Glad you're up. Hope you slept well."

"I did thank you." She wondered how many people he interacted with since most of his civil responses were very forced, or they seemed forced. "So, what's going on?"

"Nothing." Sky replied and then limped slowly to the couch and sat down.

"He's being a baby."

"Z." She replied quietly while giving her sister a glare.

"What? I've already told him that."

She exhaled, "What happened this time?"

"He didn't want me to change the bandage on his stupid wound." Z said loudly.

Sky didn't turn around but replied, "I only got it because you were the one to go into that forest when everyone who is smart enough stays out of it."

The forest? Oh, Sky must be frustrated because he had gotten hurt. The forest wasn't Z's fault. "No, Sky, it wasn't Z's fault. She didn't purposely choose that forest. We were…" she paused as she saw Z glaring at her, "we just got lost."

The man dressed in blue laughed, "That's not a surprise."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Z walked over and stood in front of him.

"Just that you actually knowing where you were going…" he shook his head, "unlikely."

"For your information I can read a map and follow directions."

"To your room?"

Syd realized the look on her sister's face and hurried over to stand in between the two, "Alright, why don't we make breakfast? That's a good idea. I'm sure we're all very hungry."

"I'm fine." Sky and Z both replied.

Syd couldn't help it as a giggle passed through her lips, "What's so funny?" her sister asked.

"It's just…that's the second time you guys have answered at the same time with the same answer…it's…cute."

"Syd." Her sister warned.

She shrugged, "So breakfast?"

Bridge finished washing his face and stood up; he wasn't doing to well. Considering he spent the night hoping that he wasn't discovered caused him to not get to much sleep. He was tired and really wanted to just go and rest somewhere without fearing that he would be discovered. He knew that wasn't an option though. He wasn't even sure if Syd was still out there lost or…alive. He felt a pain go through his heart at the thought of her dead; he wasn't going to let that happen.

He knew that the chance of anything happening between the two of them was going to be nothing, but he still couldn't just not look for her. He wasn't a knight, or a prince, a soldier of any type, but he was determined and he hoped it would be enough.

"Alright, let's get going. We have to find them before anyone else does." Bridge listened as Juneston spoke to his soldiers. Part of him thought that following Juneston wasn't a good idea, but then again he would know if any of the soldiers had picked up anything. More eyes were better than just his one set that was not made for this. He was a blacksmith, he didn't know how to fight or…or do anything else really. Sure he had made swords but that didn't make him a swordsman, he didn't use them.

It didn't matter though. It didn't matter that he was not a knight or prince or anything, if he could do even a little to help Syd out he would. He wanted to make sure that everything was going to be okay for her, then he could go back to his life.

Quietly he waited until all of the soldiers had taken off, slowly he followed after them hoping that once more he wouldn't be caught, after all how could he help Syd then?

King Westerly knew that staring off in the distance was not helping his daughters get found, but at the moment he wasn't sure what else he could do about it. After all they had searched the whole castle, surrounding areas and they hadn't turned up anywhere.

The last time his daughters had gone missing had only been for a day; they had been found wondering the northern woods. He was not happy with them doing that, anything could have happened to them. They had sat with him as he explained why they couldn't take off like that.

Elizabeth was only 6 when that happened. They didn't know any better.

They did know.

But at the moment he wasn't angry.

At all.

He was worried, frightened for his daughters. Who knew what could end up happening with them. He didn't like the idea of anything happening to them. He would do anything to get them back, the person who found his daughters would be truly rewarded.

King Westerly did wonder what had happened. Sydney had disappeared first, but Elizabeth wasn't to much after that. Had one or both been kidnapped? Had they run away? Was it from him? Or someone else? These thoughts also plagued him and he wished he could have them here and talk to them.

He once more looked out in the direction he had just been looking at, would he see his daughters again?