Post by Fen on Dec 1, 2009 17:06:47 GMT -7
Part 6
So Close.
They rode on until they reached the countryside surrounding the castle. Marwynn slowed her mule down to a stop. Arin rode ahead but stopped after noticing that his companion was no longer at his side.
He looked at her with concern before asking, ”What is the matter?”
“I would appreciate it if, you would refrain from saying anything about what happened.” Marwynn replied quietly.
Arin arced a brow at her request. “What do you mean? You saved my life?! Such an act of courage should be rewarded.”
“No, Arin I didn’t save your life. I mean, I did, but I didn’t. You see, I had no control over what happened back there. That thing, it killed you. I felt it. When you died, a part of me died too. Yet, for some reason, something happened. Something caused my amulet to heal you. To bring you back. I had no control over it though. Please Arin, I mean, your Highness, please do not say anything.” She looked at him, her eyes pleading.
Arin frowned, but his expression softened when he looked into her eyes. “I... I think, I understand. Look, it is fine, but I will need to have some explanation for my damaged armor.” He nodded to the mangled metal that hung about the mule’s saddle.
Marwynn smiled.
“Unforeseen rock slide?” she suggested.
Arin shrugged.
“A weak excuse. My father would comment on how I should have been swifter.” He muttered.
Marwynn remained quiet. Instead, with a swift but firm nudge to the sides of her mule, she rode off from a trot to a canter, to finally a run. She could hear the hooves of Arin’s mule behind her, as she smiled a little cutting across field, and over stream. They were now in the gentle rolling countryside that surrounded the castle.
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It was sunset when they arrived at the castle. The light from the fading day cast it's blazing glow onto the castle's sandstone walls and snapping pennants, causing them to appear a beautiful hue of coral. The doctor was anxiously waiting for them at the gatehouse. With a smile she examined the flowers, which had survived the trip, and were still in good condition. With a smile Eunice thanked them taking the flowers up to her lab. Dr. Eunice was quite talented not only in her prognosis, but also in the art of medicine making. Her antidotes were a bit of chemistry and some alchemy. It would not be long before the King would return to his health under her watchful care.
Marwynn glanced at Arin before taking her mule to the stables. Several hours later, she made her way upstairs to her quarters. She was tired from the journey, but also concerned about what would happen to the King. She knew Arin was more than capable of ruling the kingdom. It was something they had prepared him for since he was a child.
Meanwhile, Arin took his armor and made his way to the castle blacksmith. Afterward, he had in mind to retire to his quarters and sleep off the journey.
“Brother... what happened to your armor?” Asked a familiar voice.
Arin froze.
He turned to see his sister standing before him with a worried look on her face. Could he tell her? Could he trust her with the truth? Would she be able to understand, if she knew?
“We encountered a bit of trouble.” He replied.
“Gutangs?” She walked next to him looking up at him, the curiosity apparent in her tone.
“No.”
“You mean something else? I thought... only Gutangs were up in the mountains..” she continued.
“No.”
“You mean no, the gutangs are the only creatures in the mountains, or no, the gutangs are not the only creatures in the mountains?” She asked.
“I mean... Aruzia, I’m tired. Would you go bother someone else?” He snapped. As soon as he said it, he regretted it.
He saw she was hurt. She did not say a word, but he could see her jaw tighten.
“Aruzia...I..” he started..
She said nothing, but left him standing alone in the hall.
“Damn.”
They had not fought since he brought her home from the Hard to Find City. At least, not as siblings normally fight. Yet, this whole thing was just wrong. He hated not being able to tell her the truth.
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The excuse was an unusual one. They ran into trouble. The blacksmith did not comment. Instead, he eyed up the damaged armor, looked at the Prince, and gave a bow before turning his attention on hammering out the massive dents and scratches. As Arin walked away from the smithy, he overheard the other blacksmiths whistle and comment on the damage. It was clear that they did not believe his story either.
Arin was tired. He wanted to sleep, and forget about what had happened only yesterday up in the foothills of the Treacherous mountains, and to forget about Marwynn’s request. He wished that it was just a very bad dream. The problem was, he knew everything was real. Even as he stood in the familiar setting of his home, when he closed his eyes, he saw the creature before him. It snorted smoke and ash from its brimstone nostrils. He could feel the weight of the beast upon his chest, and the heat from the creature’s mouth burning his face. He longed to sleep, just one night, without waking from the nightmares.
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“Are you well son?” Queen Lily asked one afternoon as she worked on her embroidery.
The Queen had an almost innate instinct to know how her children felt at any time, and under any condition. It was futile to lie before her. She was acutely adept at discerning the truth, even when the concerning party did not wish to disclose it. The Queen raised her brow, but continued to work as Arin sat in the chair opposite reading.
Arin’s eyes felt heavy. He stifled another yawn before his mother’s question jarred him awake.
“Eh, hmm, I am just tired. How is father?” He replied.
His mother glanced up from her work. “He is recovering.”
Arin looked up with a small hopeful smile.
“That is good news.” He replied.
“It is, but son, I am concerned about you. You seem to be somewhere else these days. Ever since you returned from the trip with Marwynn, you have been keeping your distance from us. Is there something wrong? Your sister ...” She broke off.
Arin stood up with a weary sigh. He closed the book, and placed it on the table.
“I know, I know. I will speak to Aruzia tonight after dinner. I do owe her an explanation for my behavior to her. However, as for now, I cannot offer any reason other than you must trust me when I say, I will be ok.” He replied looking at his mother earnestly, taking her hand in both of his. Then, with a warm smile, he let go of her hand and exited the room.
The Queen sighed as she watched her son leave. This was typical. She knew Arin was stubborn, and she knew he had a good heart. Yet, she wondered what was so important that he would keep such a thing from his family. What was keeping him awake at night, and causing him to slack in his duties?
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That evening, dinner was not held in the formal dining hall. Instead, the royal family sat on the balcony that overlooked the orchards. A circular table that could seat about eight comfortably, was set up and dressed with fine white linen, and china. Crystal wine glasses were filled with the sweet grundoberry wine from the King’s vineyard. An assortment of game and vegetables were set out, but compared to the feasts of Arin’s childhood, the bill of fare was meager. Still, Arin did not complain. He was used to far worse, and he had grown to appreciate whatever was available. Dr. Eunice joined them along with Marwynn.
Arin politely smiled, but refrained from any familiar gesture other than what was required by etiquette. In this world, Marwynn was his inferior. He watched as Aruzia chatted away with Marwynn about their day. How he longed to have that again. To be able to speak freely. He wanted it badly, yet he also wanted to keep his word. He looked over at Marwynn, his expression blank, yet within he was torn apart.
“Aruzia, I would like to speak to you, after dinner in the library.” He stated, his voice calm lacking any emotion.
Aruzia looked at her brother, then at Marwynn confused at his request. Still, with a shrug, she nodded.
“Ok.” She replied.
Arin took a deep drink of wine, anything to still his nerves. He felt so distant from the conversation. It was as if everyone was far away and he only heard echos. The wine did not help matters, but it did take away some of his anxiety. Yet, as the night progressed, his gaze returned to Marwynn. Laughter echoed in his ears, but it was her smile that captivated him. Yet, that same smile also held a secret. It was not fair! Why did he have to keep such a wonderful thing from his family!
As the light faded in the west, the torches were lit, and the small group of family and friends entered the castle once more.
Arin met Aruzia in the royal library.
“What do you want to talk to me about Arin?” Aruzia asked.
Arin smiled, well at least she took after her mother.
“It is about Marwynn. Do you like her?” He asked.
“I do. Why?”
“Well, I’m not sure how to say this, but Marwynn is not who we thought she was.” Arin began
Aruzia’s expression became concerned as she looked at him.
“What do you mean Arin?” She queried
“I mean, her name is not Marwynn but Cassia. Cassia Gwenllian the Last. Her father was some noble chieftain that ruled provinces towards the south of Grundo. Yet not in Rillonia. Some island. I cannot recall the exact..” Arin shook his head.
“How do you know all of this Arin?” Aruzia challenged.
“I know this, because she told me, and it was confirmed when she took my hand... I saw it. I saw who she was, where she was from, and how she came into Grundo from the North. I saw everything. I saw her village destroyed, her father and mother taken by Quellor the Dark. I saw she was sealed with a demon, and the prophecy of the Oracle. I saw how she was protected as her people were wiped out by an unholy fire brought on by the demon Necriel who desires to use Cassia to fulfill the prophecy. I saw how she got the necklace from her dying father, and I saw how she saved your life.” Arin replied.
Aruzia staggered back a bit, bracing herself on a chair. She looked up at her brother stunned by the revelation.
“You mean, to tell me, that Marwynn or Cassia, whoever she is, that you two are paired?” Aruzia asked.
“Well not in the traditional sense... I mean, it was not like I planned the whole thing Aruzia!” Arin exclaimed.
“No one plans these things. I mean, I don’t think father and mother...” Aruzia began.
Arin cut her off.
“No. It was different for them. At least, I think it was. Anyway, the reason why I brought you here was not to tell you that.” Arin replied.
“Confound it all Arin, there is more?!” Aruzia stated.
“Well, yes. The reason why I have been so distant, is that I made a promise to her. You see, she saved my life. The dents in my armor were not from a rockslide, but from a creature of smoke and ash. It attacked us within Black Crow Cave.” Arin said quietly.
Aruzia looked at him. Arin sat down and put his head in his hands, staring at the floor. “I died there. If it was not for her magic. I would be gone.”
Aruzia’s eyes widened. His words hung in the quiet air. Although he sat before her, she felt like a stranger had taken over her brother. He had been living with this secret. It was why he pushed them away. Yet, such a thing was a miracle.
Aruzia gripped the arm of the chair, her knuckles white. A miracle that could save her father. All along Marwynn had this power, and yet she put her brother in danger? She allowed her brother to be attacked, and killed?! Aruzia turned and left Arin.
“HOW DARE YOU!” She screamed.
Marwynn looked up startled by Aruzia’s voice.
“What?! What is it?!” she asked.
Aruzia grabbed a spear from a suit of armor, and pointed the business end at Marwynn’s throat.
“How dare you deceive us! You rotter!” She growled, her face red with rage.
“Whoa! Easy! What is going on!” Marwynn threw her hands up as she moved to dodge the end of the spear.
“You lied to us! You lied to me! You let Arin put himself into danger, when all along you could have saved my father with your necklace! I trusted you Marwynn, or should I say CASSIA! I should have let my father throw you in the dungeon instead of standing up for you!” Aruzia blurted, her eyes were red, her face wet.
Marwynn felt her stomach turn.
Oh why Arin? Why did you... but she knew. She knew he was honest. She knew he could not keep it a secret.
“Aruzia, if I could control it. I would heal your father now. I want to heal your father. I want to be part of your family. I just can’t.” Marwynn replied quietly.
Aruzia slowly lowered the spear and stood before her friend. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. How she desperately wanted to believe her. Yet, her anger would not subside. She was losing, no, had lost her brother again.
“Just leave. I do not want to see your face, or your shadow anywhere near this castle. If I do, you will find yourself in irons rotting in the dungeon.” Aruzia growled.
Marwynn looked at her. The young lady she had trained, protected, and cared for as if she was her own sister was now her enemy. She did not say a word to Aruzia as she collected her things and exited the room.
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For the last time, Marwynn stole away and took one final walk along the castle walls. It was cold. The air bitter in her throat. She did not know where she would go, but Aruzia made it clear her invitation had clearly expired. She wiped her eyes, setting her jaw. She would leave Eunice a note explaining everything to her, and leave before dawn. As she tied up her things to the back of the mule she looked out over the countryside for one last time. She tugged at the reigns but was stopped by another.
“I am sorry Cassia....I did not know.” He started to say.
“No, you didn’t.” She replied.
“Please, stay..” He continued.
“I can’t.” she replied.
Arin ducked under the neck of the mule, still holding onto the bridle as he faced her.
“Why?” He asked.
“Because you know I had no control over what happened. You know I cannot heal your father just because I have this magic amulet, and I don’t know why we are bonded. You know nothing will come of this. It is not how things are done.” she replied.
Arin lifted her chin up until her gaze met his. He pulled her into a tight embrace. He held her and for a single moment the world was theirs. His eyes were closed as he heard the stamping of animals, the smells of the stable mixed with fresh straw. The mule as it chewed the bit in its mouth. He felt her breath on his cheek, and he buried his head in her auburn locks. He wanted to remember her. To never forget this moment. He wanted to seal her memory in a place that was sacred. He felt her relax and he clung to her all the more. He longed for her to know how he felt. He wanted her to know he didn’t care about her past, that he loved her. He wanted her to know that she was a part of him as much as he was a part of her.
With a sigh, Marwynn reluctantly pulled away from Arin. It was useless to talk to someone who already knew what she was thinking. Instead, she got on the mule and began to ride.
So Close.
They rode on until they reached the countryside surrounding the castle. Marwynn slowed her mule down to a stop. Arin rode ahead but stopped after noticing that his companion was no longer at his side.
He looked at her with concern before asking, ”What is the matter?”
“I would appreciate it if, you would refrain from saying anything about what happened.” Marwynn replied quietly.
Arin arced a brow at her request. “What do you mean? You saved my life?! Such an act of courage should be rewarded.”
“No, Arin I didn’t save your life. I mean, I did, but I didn’t. You see, I had no control over what happened back there. That thing, it killed you. I felt it. When you died, a part of me died too. Yet, for some reason, something happened. Something caused my amulet to heal you. To bring you back. I had no control over it though. Please Arin, I mean, your Highness, please do not say anything.” She looked at him, her eyes pleading.
Arin frowned, but his expression softened when he looked into her eyes. “I... I think, I understand. Look, it is fine, but I will need to have some explanation for my damaged armor.” He nodded to the mangled metal that hung about the mule’s saddle.
Marwynn smiled.
“Unforeseen rock slide?” she suggested.
Arin shrugged.
“A weak excuse. My father would comment on how I should have been swifter.” He muttered.
Marwynn remained quiet. Instead, with a swift but firm nudge to the sides of her mule, she rode off from a trot to a canter, to finally a run. She could hear the hooves of Arin’s mule behind her, as she smiled a little cutting across field, and over stream. They were now in the gentle rolling countryside that surrounded the castle.
********************
It was sunset when they arrived at the castle. The light from the fading day cast it's blazing glow onto the castle's sandstone walls and snapping pennants, causing them to appear a beautiful hue of coral. The doctor was anxiously waiting for them at the gatehouse. With a smile she examined the flowers, which had survived the trip, and were still in good condition. With a smile Eunice thanked them taking the flowers up to her lab. Dr. Eunice was quite talented not only in her prognosis, but also in the art of medicine making. Her antidotes were a bit of chemistry and some alchemy. It would not be long before the King would return to his health under her watchful care.
Marwynn glanced at Arin before taking her mule to the stables. Several hours later, she made her way upstairs to her quarters. She was tired from the journey, but also concerned about what would happen to the King. She knew Arin was more than capable of ruling the kingdom. It was something they had prepared him for since he was a child.
Meanwhile, Arin took his armor and made his way to the castle blacksmith. Afterward, he had in mind to retire to his quarters and sleep off the journey.
“Brother... what happened to your armor?” Asked a familiar voice.
Arin froze.
He turned to see his sister standing before him with a worried look on her face. Could he tell her? Could he trust her with the truth? Would she be able to understand, if she knew?
“We encountered a bit of trouble.” He replied.
“Gutangs?” She walked next to him looking up at him, the curiosity apparent in her tone.
“No.”
“You mean something else? I thought... only Gutangs were up in the mountains..” she continued.
“No.”
“You mean no, the gutangs are the only creatures in the mountains, or no, the gutangs are not the only creatures in the mountains?” She asked.
“I mean... Aruzia, I’m tired. Would you go bother someone else?” He snapped. As soon as he said it, he regretted it.
He saw she was hurt. She did not say a word, but he could see her jaw tighten.
“Aruzia...I..” he started..
She said nothing, but left him standing alone in the hall.
“Damn.”
They had not fought since he brought her home from the Hard to Find City. At least, not as siblings normally fight. Yet, this whole thing was just wrong. He hated not being able to tell her the truth.
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The excuse was an unusual one. They ran into trouble. The blacksmith did not comment. Instead, he eyed up the damaged armor, looked at the Prince, and gave a bow before turning his attention on hammering out the massive dents and scratches. As Arin walked away from the smithy, he overheard the other blacksmiths whistle and comment on the damage. It was clear that they did not believe his story either.
Arin was tired. He wanted to sleep, and forget about what had happened only yesterday up in the foothills of the Treacherous mountains, and to forget about Marwynn’s request. He wished that it was just a very bad dream. The problem was, he knew everything was real. Even as he stood in the familiar setting of his home, when he closed his eyes, he saw the creature before him. It snorted smoke and ash from its brimstone nostrils. He could feel the weight of the beast upon his chest, and the heat from the creature’s mouth burning his face. He longed to sleep, just one night, without waking from the nightmares.
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“Are you well son?” Queen Lily asked one afternoon as she worked on her embroidery.
The Queen had an almost innate instinct to know how her children felt at any time, and under any condition. It was futile to lie before her. She was acutely adept at discerning the truth, even when the concerning party did not wish to disclose it. The Queen raised her brow, but continued to work as Arin sat in the chair opposite reading.
Arin’s eyes felt heavy. He stifled another yawn before his mother’s question jarred him awake.
“Eh, hmm, I am just tired. How is father?” He replied.
His mother glanced up from her work. “He is recovering.”
Arin looked up with a small hopeful smile.
“That is good news.” He replied.
“It is, but son, I am concerned about you. You seem to be somewhere else these days. Ever since you returned from the trip with Marwynn, you have been keeping your distance from us. Is there something wrong? Your sister ...” She broke off.
Arin stood up with a weary sigh. He closed the book, and placed it on the table.
“I know, I know. I will speak to Aruzia tonight after dinner. I do owe her an explanation for my behavior to her. However, as for now, I cannot offer any reason other than you must trust me when I say, I will be ok.” He replied looking at his mother earnestly, taking her hand in both of his. Then, with a warm smile, he let go of her hand and exited the room.
The Queen sighed as she watched her son leave. This was typical. She knew Arin was stubborn, and she knew he had a good heart. Yet, she wondered what was so important that he would keep such a thing from his family. What was keeping him awake at night, and causing him to slack in his duties?
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That evening, dinner was not held in the formal dining hall. Instead, the royal family sat on the balcony that overlooked the orchards. A circular table that could seat about eight comfortably, was set up and dressed with fine white linen, and china. Crystal wine glasses were filled with the sweet grundoberry wine from the King’s vineyard. An assortment of game and vegetables were set out, but compared to the feasts of Arin’s childhood, the bill of fare was meager. Still, Arin did not complain. He was used to far worse, and he had grown to appreciate whatever was available. Dr. Eunice joined them along with Marwynn.
Arin politely smiled, but refrained from any familiar gesture other than what was required by etiquette. In this world, Marwynn was his inferior. He watched as Aruzia chatted away with Marwynn about their day. How he longed to have that again. To be able to speak freely. He wanted it badly, yet he also wanted to keep his word. He looked over at Marwynn, his expression blank, yet within he was torn apart.
“Aruzia, I would like to speak to you, after dinner in the library.” He stated, his voice calm lacking any emotion.
Aruzia looked at her brother, then at Marwynn confused at his request. Still, with a shrug, she nodded.
“Ok.” She replied.
Arin took a deep drink of wine, anything to still his nerves. He felt so distant from the conversation. It was as if everyone was far away and he only heard echos. The wine did not help matters, but it did take away some of his anxiety. Yet, as the night progressed, his gaze returned to Marwynn. Laughter echoed in his ears, but it was her smile that captivated him. Yet, that same smile also held a secret. It was not fair! Why did he have to keep such a wonderful thing from his family!
As the light faded in the west, the torches were lit, and the small group of family and friends entered the castle once more.
Arin met Aruzia in the royal library.
“What do you want to talk to me about Arin?” Aruzia asked.
Arin smiled, well at least she took after her mother.
“It is about Marwynn. Do you like her?” He asked.
“I do. Why?”
“Well, I’m not sure how to say this, but Marwynn is not who we thought she was.” Arin began
Aruzia’s expression became concerned as she looked at him.
“What do you mean Arin?” She queried
“I mean, her name is not Marwynn but Cassia. Cassia Gwenllian the Last. Her father was some noble chieftain that ruled provinces towards the south of Grundo. Yet not in Rillonia. Some island. I cannot recall the exact..” Arin shook his head.
“How do you know all of this Arin?” Aruzia challenged.
“I know this, because she told me, and it was confirmed when she took my hand... I saw it. I saw who she was, where she was from, and how she came into Grundo from the North. I saw everything. I saw her village destroyed, her father and mother taken by Quellor the Dark. I saw she was sealed with a demon, and the prophecy of the Oracle. I saw how she was protected as her people were wiped out by an unholy fire brought on by the demon Necriel who desires to use Cassia to fulfill the prophecy. I saw how she got the necklace from her dying father, and I saw how she saved your life.” Arin replied.
Aruzia staggered back a bit, bracing herself on a chair. She looked up at her brother stunned by the revelation.
“You mean, to tell me, that Marwynn or Cassia, whoever she is, that you two are paired?” Aruzia asked.
“Well not in the traditional sense... I mean, it was not like I planned the whole thing Aruzia!” Arin exclaimed.
“No one plans these things. I mean, I don’t think father and mother...” Aruzia began.
Arin cut her off.
“No. It was different for them. At least, I think it was. Anyway, the reason why I brought you here was not to tell you that.” Arin replied.
“Confound it all Arin, there is more?!” Aruzia stated.
“Well, yes. The reason why I have been so distant, is that I made a promise to her. You see, she saved my life. The dents in my armor were not from a rockslide, but from a creature of smoke and ash. It attacked us within Black Crow Cave.” Arin said quietly.
Aruzia looked at him. Arin sat down and put his head in his hands, staring at the floor. “I died there. If it was not for her magic. I would be gone.”
Aruzia’s eyes widened. His words hung in the quiet air. Although he sat before her, she felt like a stranger had taken over her brother. He had been living with this secret. It was why he pushed them away. Yet, such a thing was a miracle.
Aruzia gripped the arm of the chair, her knuckles white. A miracle that could save her father. All along Marwynn had this power, and yet she put her brother in danger? She allowed her brother to be attacked, and killed?! Aruzia turned and left Arin.
“HOW DARE YOU!” She screamed.
Marwynn looked up startled by Aruzia’s voice.
“What?! What is it?!” she asked.
Aruzia grabbed a spear from a suit of armor, and pointed the business end at Marwynn’s throat.
“How dare you deceive us! You rotter!” She growled, her face red with rage.
“Whoa! Easy! What is going on!” Marwynn threw her hands up as she moved to dodge the end of the spear.
“You lied to us! You lied to me! You let Arin put himself into danger, when all along you could have saved my father with your necklace! I trusted you Marwynn, or should I say CASSIA! I should have let my father throw you in the dungeon instead of standing up for you!” Aruzia blurted, her eyes were red, her face wet.
Marwynn felt her stomach turn.
Oh why Arin? Why did you... but she knew. She knew he was honest. She knew he could not keep it a secret.
“Aruzia, if I could control it. I would heal your father now. I want to heal your father. I want to be part of your family. I just can’t.” Marwynn replied quietly.
Aruzia slowly lowered the spear and stood before her friend. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. How she desperately wanted to believe her. Yet, her anger would not subside. She was losing, no, had lost her brother again.
“Just leave. I do not want to see your face, or your shadow anywhere near this castle. If I do, you will find yourself in irons rotting in the dungeon.” Aruzia growled.
Marwynn looked at her. The young lady she had trained, protected, and cared for as if she was her own sister was now her enemy. She did not say a word to Aruzia as she collected her things and exited the room.
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For the last time, Marwynn stole away and took one final walk along the castle walls. It was cold. The air bitter in her throat. She did not know where she would go, but Aruzia made it clear her invitation had clearly expired. She wiped her eyes, setting her jaw. She would leave Eunice a note explaining everything to her, and leave before dawn. As she tied up her things to the back of the mule she looked out over the countryside for one last time. She tugged at the reigns but was stopped by another.
“I am sorry Cassia....I did not know.” He started to say.
“No, you didn’t.” She replied.
“Please, stay..” He continued.
“I can’t.” she replied.
Arin ducked under the neck of the mule, still holding onto the bridle as he faced her.
“Why?” He asked.
“Because you know I had no control over what happened. You know I cannot heal your father just because I have this magic amulet, and I don’t know why we are bonded. You know nothing will come of this. It is not how things are done.” she replied.
Arin lifted her chin up until her gaze met his. He pulled her into a tight embrace. He held her and for a single moment the world was theirs. His eyes were closed as he heard the stamping of animals, the smells of the stable mixed with fresh straw. The mule as it chewed the bit in its mouth. He felt her breath on his cheek, and he buried his head in her auburn locks. He wanted to remember her. To never forget this moment. He wanted to seal her memory in a place that was sacred. He felt her relax and he clung to her all the more. He longed for her to know how he felt. He wanted her to know he didn’t care about her past, that he loved her. He wanted her to know that she was a part of him as much as he was a part of her.
With a sigh, Marwynn reluctantly pulled away from Arin. It was useless to talk to someone who already knew what she was thinking. Instead, she got on the mule and began to ride.
A life goes by Romantic dreams will die
So I bid mine goodbye and never knew
So close was waiting, waiting here with you
And now forever I know
All that I wanted to hold you
So close
So I bid mine goodbye and never knew
So close was waiting, waiting here with you
And now forever I know
All that I wanted to hold you
So close
