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lna winced a bit when Nathan lifted her into his arms and a few other times along the way to the room he'd located. When he finally laid her on the bed she was pale and the newly stitched wound was aching from being pulled and tugged at while he walked. "I am fine.." she lied, "Some of that water would be welcome..." Her mind was still reeling over what she'd seen. "Imagine if we'd freed her with the crown..." She said as her eyes slipped shut. If the dark queen had not imprisoned Helena, then who had?? So many questions but the pain was stealing away her ability to think She drank the water and fell asleep. She woke a scant hour later though flushed and feverish, wide eyed and gasping. "The twin....danger..."
Chasianna lifted a narrow brow as her head cocked to the right and her shoulders squared a bit, "You are some kind of practitioner of magic?" she asked through suddenly tight lips, "A spell brought you here? For what purpose?" She didn't think anyone would purposely come here for any reason, but perhaps there was a reason she didn't know about or a treasure of some kind she'd yet to locate. "Do you seek treasure? Riches? Muddled mind or no, you should be well enough acquainted with your own character to answer such a query." He commented on her statement and she nodded, "I do at times return to the palace, but it is overrun with these vile creatures, as is all of the Dark Fae swamp. I have been trying to ascertain the cause of their sudden growth and power, but I have not been successful as of yet. I will be...in time." Suddenly though one of his words seemed to penetrate her mind and memory, "Did you say Glen?"
Indeed Sheena looked quite different and the man on her arm who had died so early in Rebecca's life in their world would not be recognizable to her. Sheena did not have the harsh lines or bitterness that she had, because she'd never lost the man she loved. "The King and Queen were such dear hearts, to be sure. It was such a relief to me to learn that they'd cared for you while we had been lost in the dark forest all those years." she said with an overly sweet smile. Sebastian (Didn't think we'd ever named her father...so..) smiled as well and leaned over to kiss the top of Sheena's head, "A dark time indeed, but all is well now and our beautiful daughter is to marry her handsome knight in armor just as she'd always dreamed. How could things be better??"
Naild was growing more and more suspicious by the minute. The short hairs on the back of his neck were almost tingling with apprehension. He needed a confidant, but who? He spied Varen out of the corner of his eye and thought perhaps he could be of help but he also saw Morden and wondered if there was a connection between his mother and that man here as well. That question was answered a second alter when he saw his mother and father enter the room. His father had not died here. There must not have been any trouble...they must never have been betrayed to the humans...
Stephen and Serena approached their son, "You look well boy," his father said with a nod, "Proper armor becomes you."
Niald glanced over and saw Morden watching this exchange and wondered if the man harbored those same feelings for his mother from afar that he had before and if he did he thought surely such encounters were heart wrenching. "Thank you father," he said in deeper more masculine voice as was fitting to his current age and stature, "I hope to fill it with as much honor as you did."
Stephen looked confused, "Me? I've never been blessed to wear the king's colors. I would have gladly but the need has never arisen. I am proud of you though.
Naild was confused as well. His father had been in armor his whole life. How could that be so different here? He lifted Rebecca's ahnd, "Pardon me for a moment Love," he said sweetly as their eyes met and he placed a soft kiss to her knuckles. "I will be back shortly." He bowed slightly to his mother and father and made his way to Morden praying he was as clever and knowledgeable here as he was in their home. "May I speak with you?"
Morden was surprised to be approached by the soon to be bridegroom, "Of course. I am always at the disposal of a friend of the crown."
Naild furrowed his brow, "Would you follow me?" And he led the man back to the attic room, though not the one they'd actually arrived in since the tunnel they'd crawled through was oddly gone. "I know this is going to sound far fetched and insane..."
Morden shook his head and smiled, "But you are not from here...am I right?"
"We...wait...how did you know?"
"I was hoping someone would arrive to stop a great tragedy from occurring. Have you come from the future? Or the past?"
"That is a difficult question actually," He ran a hand through his hair. "In my world, I am still a youth, not a grown man nor is Rebecca a woman as yet but a girl...however...Queen Laurana and Lord Caden live, My father is dead as are Rebecca's parents...and there you are my step father..."
"Lord Caden?" he sounded curious, "So they have not yet wed there...." His reverie was immediately interrupted by Niald's last statement. "I am your..." his eyes widened and his face colored a bit. "I did not think my feelings were so easily seen."
"They aren't...but since you love her there I thought perhaps you might here as well. I'm sorry for your pain though That cannot be an easy thing. Still, the reason I am confiding in you...how do we return to our time? The way we entered is no more. Is it even possible? I would not like to give Rebecca false hope. If we are to remain here with no hope of returning she needs to know."
"You cannot stay here forever," Morden warned, "Once the disaster is averted you will return there to the place you left from and you should not have been gone for any noticeable time. You were brought here to prevent the assassination of the king. There is much evil at work in this assembly. Laurana and Caden managed to get a message back to me before they were murdered, and of course the seer has been making predictions as well. The queen of the dark fae is free and we cannot allow her to kill the only remaining heir to this throne. If she does then she can rightly claim it as her own....I hope I do not have to say what that would mean to us all..."
Naild listened and was thoughtful, "No you do not. I am happy to be of service and to avenge the deaths of people I love. You may rely upon my watchfulness."
"Good...now return to your fiancee before you are missed and called into question. Rest assured I am watching too."
Chasianna lifted a narrow brow as her head cocked to the right and her shoulders squared a bit, "You are some kind of practitioner of magic?" she asked through suddenly tight lips, "A spell brought you here? For what purpose?" She didn't think anyone would purposely come here for any reason, but perhaps there was a reason she didn't know about or a treasure of some kind she'd yet to locate. "Do you seek treasure? Riches? Muddled mind or no, you should be well enough acquainted with your own character to answer such a query." He commented on her statement and she nodded, "I do at times return to the palace, but it is overrun with these vile creatures, as is all of the Dark Fae swamp. I have been trying to ascertain the cause of their sudden growth and power, but I have not been successful as of yet. I will be...in time." Suddenly though one of his words seemed to penetrate her mind and memory, "Did you say Glen?"
Indeed Sheena looked quite different and the man on her arm who had died so early in Rebecca's life in their world would not be recognizable to her. Sheena did not have the harsh lines or bitterness that she had, because she'd never lost the man she loved. "The King and Queen were such dear hearts, to be sure. It was such a relief to me to learn that they'd cared for you while we had been lost in the dark forest all those years." she said with an overly sweet smile. Sebastian (Didn't think we'd ever named her father...so..) smiled as well and leaned over to kiss the top of Sheena's head, "A dark time indeed, but all is well now and our beautiful daughter is to marry her handsome knight in armor just as she'd always dreamed. How could things be better??"
Naild was growing more and more suspicious by the minute. The short hairs on the back of his neck were almost tingling with apprehension. He needed a confidant, but who? He spied Varen out of the corner of his eye and thought perhaps he could be of help but he also saw Morden and wondered if there was a connection between his mother and that man here as well. That question was answered a second alter when he saw his mother and father enter the room. His father had not died here. There must not have been any trouble...they must never have been betrayed to the humans...
Stephen and Serena approached their son, "You look well boy," his father said with a nod, "Proper armor becomes you."
Niald glanced over and saw Morden watching this exchange and wondered if the man harbored those same feelings for his mother from afar that he had before and if he did he thought surely such encounters were heart wrenching. "Thank you father," he said in deeper more masculine voice as was fitting to his current age and stature, "I hope to fill it with as much honor as you did."
Stephen looked confused, "Me? I've never been blessed to wear the king's colors. I would have gladly but the need has never arisen. I am proud of you though.
Naild was confused as well. His father had been in armor his whole life. How could that be so different here? He lifted Rebecca's ahnd, "Pardon me for a moment Love," he said sweetly as their eyes met and he placed a soft kiss to her knuckles. "I will be back shortly." He bowed slightly to his mother and father and made his way to Morden praying he was as clever and knowledgeable here as he was in their home. "May I speak with you?"
Morden was surprised to be approached by the soon to be bridegroom, "Of course. I am always at the disposal of a friend of the crown."
Naild furrowed his brow, "Would you follow me?" And he led the man back to the attic room, though not the one they'd actually arrived in since the tunnel they'd crawled through was oddly gone. "I know this is going to sound far fetched and insane..."
Morden shook his head and smiled, "But you are not from here...am I right?"
"We...wait...how did you know?"
"I was hoping someone would arrive to stop a great tragedy from occurring. Have you come from the future? Or the past?"
"That is a difficult question actually," He ran a hand through his hair. "In my world, I am still a youth, not a grown man nor is Rebecca a woman as yet but a girl...however...Queen Laurana and Lord Caden live, My father is dead as are Rebecca's parents...and there you are my step father..."
"Lord Caden?" he sounded curious, "So they have not yet wed there...." His reverie was immediately interrupted by Niald's last statement. "I am your..." his eyes widened and his face colored a bit. "I did not think my feelings were so easily seen."
"They aren't...but since you love her there I thought perhaps you might here as well. I'm sorry for your pain though That cannot be an easy thing. Still, the reason I am confiding in you...how do we return to our time? The way we entered is no more. Is it even possible? I would not like to give Rebecca false hope. If we are to remain here with no hope of returning she needs to know."
"You cannot stay here forever," Morden warned, "Once the disaster is averted you will return there to the place you left from and you should not have been gone for any noticeable time. You were brought here to prevent the assassination of the king. There is much evil at work in this assembly. Laurana and Caden managed to get a message back to me before they were murdered, and of course the seer has been making predictions as well. The queen of the dark fae is free and we cannot allow her to kill the only remaining heir to this throne. If she does then she can rightly claim it as her own....I hope I do not have to say what that would mean to us all..."
Naild listened and was thoughtful, "No you do not. I am happy to be of service and to avenge the deaths of people I love. You may rely upon my watchfulness."
"Good...now return to your fiancee before you are missed and called into question. Rest assured I am watching too."