"Hello? Emily, you in there…"

"Um, Ben? I don't think you're meant to tap people on the head when they're unconscious."

"I think you do princess."

"Grove, back me up on this one?"

"I'm with the princess, sorry Finn."

"I'm heartbroken, Grove."

"What?" I mumbled, trying to open my eyelids to examine the nonsense I was hearing around my head. When I did finally get my eyelids to open, I saw three relieved faces above me: Annabel, Captain Finn and Grove, who then moved down to my wound to redo my well wrapped bandages, which were now caked in blood. I was in a small tent that smelt of bog, with a couple of empty beds and a table with potions and bandages on it. I was laying on what was possibly the most uncomfortable bed I'd ever slept on; it was pretty much a block of wood with a cloth over it. I tried lifting my head, but felt a stabbing pain in and threw my head back again with a groan. I felt so ill, like someone had thrown several bricks at me after I had run several miles.

"Annabel... Are you alright?" I asked.

"Am I okay?! You're the one on the floor with a hole in your stomach!" Annabel replied obviously trying not to laugh. Although she was doing a good job not to giggle, I did- big mistake. I groaned even more as the pain in my stomach increased rather drastically.

"Easy now miss, you've got quite a nasty gash there," said Grove, who was now engrossed in sorting out my crimson bandages, "Do you remember getting this wound?"

I scrunched my eyes trying to remember. "There… were several of them things surrounding me, I was on my own and… I recall one of the skeletons getting pretty close. That could be it."

After I'd finished talking, Ben swore loudly, and I turned to look to him. "What's wrong?" I asked, a little concerned about how pissed off he looked.

"That was when I left."

"I'm sorry, I still don't understand-"

"When Gould got hurt, I left you on your own, I'm so sorry Emily."

I put my hand on his arm as reassurance. "Ben, it's alright, you had to save Gould I could see he was in direct line of fire."

"It didn't make a difference though," Ben turned to look to the door that was open and in my eyesight. In the distance, you could just about make out by the moon, somebody digging a grave. The three people above my bed looked very grim, "He died of his wounds a little while before you woke up."

He looked calm, but sad too. He seemed so much different as I would be if I lost a friend like he just did. Mine would have involved a lot more water and snot, but he remained composed. "Ben, you shouldn't be sorry. I'm sorry for your loss however."

His mood changed at that point, and he smiled and held his head higher. "No worries, at least one of you is alive."

"Only just though," Grove interjected, "A couple of centimetres to the right and you'd be a goner."

Just then, Walter walked in. "Hey, thank goodness you're awake, I don't know what we would have done if we'd lost you."

"Aw, thank you Sir Walter. But I'm not going to be able to walk like this, and I knew you only wanted to stay here for two nights or so, what do we do?"

"Well, it is a slight problem. Whilst you were asleep, Major Swift agreed to join our revolution, and I was sent a message from our next possible ally saying she urgently needed to see us."

"I want to stay with Emily," Said Annabel to Walter, "Can't we tell this 'possible ally' that we'll be running late?"

Walter shifted uncomfortably on one spot, looking quite nervous, surprising for a man like him. "The letter made it sound very important that we see her as soon as possible, something to do with Reaver."

Reaver often came to Bowerstone Castle for meetings with Logan and he disgusted me. Too often had I seen him fooling around with the servants behind the curtains, and although he'd taken a small fondness to me once, I very carefully declined, stepping around him like I was walking on eggshells. There'd been incidents at the castle of Reaver shooting people that got in his way, and I didn't want to bleed onto the newly cleaned carpet.

"If I may say," Said Ben, "Why doesn't Emily stay here whilst you go on, and she meets you wherever you're going?"

"Well Ben that would depend on your intentions wouldn't it?" joked Grove as he left with my old bandages to dispose. Ben laughed it off, but didn't say anything.

Walter and Annabel stood and sat for a while deliberating and deciding.

"Okay."

~Third Person~

It was around three in the morning when Ben went to check on Emily, who was resting again now knowing that she was staying for a few days. He was stopped by Walter though.

"Ben, it was good to see you again," said Walter, shaking Ben's hand in a firm grip. He then pulled Ben in a whispered in his ear. "Try anything on Emily and you are a dead man." He walked away laughing wholeheartedly to find Major Swift to talk more about the revolution. The revolution… Ben was disappointed that Annabel was going to be the next Queen, not because he didn't want her on the throne, but that meant absolutely no fooling around with her. He still allowed his mind to wander into how something like that would be. He sighed, wondering why a princess couldn't be with a devilishly handsome Captain like himself. He exhaled again, and then went over to the tent, but all he came to find in the medical tent was an empty bed.

"Where the bloody hell did she go?" Ben asked himself.

After searching around for a little while, he found her in one of the tents, comforting a slumbering Annabel. The princess was mumbling and moaning, tossing and turning, while her dog sat whimpering at her, looking as concerned as a dog could. Emily was sitting by the bed, trying to hush and comfort the girl.

She must have noticed Ben coming through the doors, as she said without turning, "Nightmares, she's had a lot of them a lot recently." She pulled a blanket up from the bottom of the bed and very carefully placed it across Annabel, who was now crying softly, but no longer yelling.

"Why does she get them?"

She sighed. "I don't know if I can or should tell you…"

"You can trust me; we're on the same team now." He put a hand on hers and smiled.

"Well… A little a while ago, we were still at the castle. She had a fiancé you see, and they wanted to prepare for a wedding." She paused for a moment, deciding what to say next. "But, uh, Logan didn't exactly approve when they talked to him about it. He wanted Annabel to marry Reaver. So he had Elliot -her fiancé- killed. She's blamed herself for his death every day of her life." Her voice was soft and sad.

There was a long silence, before Ben replied, "You're bleeding."

She looked down at her stomach and saw the blood seeping through her bandages again. In a swift action, he picked her up into his arms and took her back to the medical tent. "Grove, get over here!" He yelled, laying her gently back onto the bed she was laying on earlier. Grove came rushing in a quickly ripping off the bandages and stemming the bleeding.

"I'm sorry about the bandages," said Emily timidly.

Ben put his hand to stroke her head, before she fell back to sleep, "Don't you worry sweetheart, you just rest now."

~Normal~

"We'll see you at Bowerstone soon, Emily, and be very careful with your wounds," said Walter as he got ready to leave Mourningwood fort, "You'll find us in the sewers in Industrial most likely, that's where Page's headquarters are."

"Thank you Walter, I'll see you soon," I replied.

Annabel pulled me into a hug, trying to be careful about my waist, which now had several stiches in it to keep me from falling apart. "I don't know how I can do this without you," She whispered in my ear, "But I'll try, and we'll see you soon, okay?"

I smiled. "Soon, I promise. Once I'm able to stand on two feet for a longer period than five minutes, I'll run into Bowerstone Industrial and search for you!"

She and Walter walked through the back gate of the fort, before Annabel turned around and waved goodbye. I waved back, and then headed back to the fire, where food was being served. It wasn't great; just soup with whatever vegetable were left from the last time they got supplies, but I was starving and didn't care. As I was politely sipping the warm soup (There was no cutlery- NONE. Not even a spoon), I didn't notice a certain captain plop himself down next to me until I heard laughter to my left. "What?" I asked Ben, who was trying to hide his bubbles and snorts of laughter.

"Why you eat like that?" he said, pointing at my technique of eating.

I shifted uncomfortably, trying somehow to explain it. In the end, I couldn't, so I settled with a "I just do."

"I thought you were just a maid though, they don't need to eat politely, right?"

I didn't really want to tell the reason I was like that, I hadn't even told Annabel. The only person who ever knew at the castle was King Sparrow, and he took his oath to keep it a secret to his grave. I wasn't going to admit it to a complete stranger. So instead, I put my bowl down and indicated at his. "Fine, you show me the 'proper' way to eat it."

"Alright." He ripped a piece of bread into smaller bits and dunked it into the soup, swirling the bit around before shoving the whole thing into his mouth and barely swallowing without chewing it. I screwed my nose up in disgust, but when he gave me a little bit of bread, I took it and mimicked his actions with a little more delicacy. "Easier, isn't it?"

I nodded whilst dipping another piece of bread in, less delicately this time. Regrettably, he was right about it being easier, and it was faster too. My hunger satisfied, I tried moving closer to the fire for warmth, feeling comfortable and in considerably less pain than earlier. All the soldiers were now gathered around the same fire, telling of their latest conquests and one man began to play the lute. I wasn't paying attention to what any of the soldiers were saying, but when I heard the lute, I instantly recognised the song and smiled. It was one that Elliot had taught Annabel to play, whilst Logan and I were watching on, laughing at how cute the two of them were together. I must have learnt the words unknowingly, as they instantly came flooding my mind, and before I realised it I started to quietly sing it.

'Oh dear, what can the matter be?

Johnny's so long at the fair

He promised to buy me a kerchief to please me

And then for a kiss oh he vowed he would tease me

He promised to buy me a bunch of blue ribbons

To tie up my bonny brown hair.'

I hadn't realised until I stopped singing that people had stopped what they were doing to listen to what I was saying. When I finished, they all began applauding, and I turned beetroot with embarrassment. I didn't even realise I had been singing that loudly, but I guess I must have. I got slapped on the back by Ben, something I think is a guy's thing or something.

"So you were the one singing outside the fort!" he exclaimed with a large grin.

"Um… yeah, that was me…"

"You've got a great voice!" Said Grove from across the fire.

"Er… thanks," I felt really uncomfortable, so I asked Ben to help take me back to the medical tent, which was where I was told I would be staying for the whole I time I was in the fort. He helped me onto the bed, before standing awkwardly and saying, "You know… You should be a singer, tour all of Albion and make all the people swoon!" He smiled like a four year-old had just been told he could have another sweet.

"And you should be a writer, tour the world with your interesting autobiography. I am correct in thinking that you wrote this?" I pulled out the papers I had brought from Brightwall's Quill and Quandry. They were a little crumpled and torn from all the fighting, but still readable. Just. When Ben recognised the paper I held in my hand, he lunged for it.

"You found my missing chapter!" he said, taking the paper off of me. "Let me read it to you…"

"But I've already read it," I protested.

"Yeah, but not properly like I would."

I laughed, knowing that he was not going to budge before telling me his way of reading the story. So I let him read on, acting out the story as he went along. After he had completed his epic tale, he bowed to his audience of one, so I applauded enthusiastically. He promised to return with chapters two and three, so he ran out, but my eyelids were so heavy, I couldn't keep them open. I ended up falling asleep to the sounds of heavy gunfire and shouts.

~Author's Note~

Woo! Another chapter done. I'd like to thank Robyn for helping read through my chapter, and i'd like to thank all the people that sent lovely reviews!

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The song Emily sings is 'Oh dear! What can the matter be?' it's a nursery rhyme, but i really liked the words, so i thought i'd put it in.

Anyhow, thanks for reading! And stay awesome ;)