under a spell part four (to all my friends)
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Posted by Isilheledh on Yavannie 18, 2002 at 05:35:37 am
is is still dark when Uther decides to ride on. I still am spellbound of his anatomy as I hop upon his horse. "It is going to stay dark...the Wolverhim deny daylight and they have the capabilities to block the sun by dark clouds..." Uther says while riding on. "*scratches his chin* When do you suspect we'll find this Gonfindle fellow?" my father asks. "*shakes his head* it has been a long while since I've seen my friend but I do hope that he still lives in Shramwind castle." Uther responds. The group sighes and the horses ride on trough the rough landscape. "*shouts* hang on there men! We're almost out of the canyons!" I look from behind Uthers back and I see green fields coming up yet twilight hasn't moved since we left the campsite. I fear that daylight won't show up today. I can feel Uthers worriedness. "*looks in my direction* just hang on and keep on hoping that we'll return your body...before it is too late." Uther whispers. "*touches his back* I wish you could hear me, for that is all I'm hoping for..." I say. But my hope fades as we finally reach Shramwind castle which turns out to be a ruin. "*sighes* how, could this be possible...Is has been only a year..." Uther says. "*looks around* I don't understand..." I see my father cry silently and look around for clue's. As I see marks of horses and carriages heading north. "*touches his hand* Uther, please, look around I beg of you." I say hoping he'd hear me. "*shivers* uh?...what?" he whispers. "*shouts* Look upon the ground you idiot, traces of horses and a carriage!!!" "*jumps off his horse freightened* What the...*looks at the ground* Horses...that way, if there are survivors, we'll find them.." Uther then commands while hopping upon his horse again. "*looks behind him* you sure scared me..." he whispers as the group rides on. "*looks around* Uther, over there *points* smoke...from a campfire..." says my father. As fast as they could the group rides on. But the second they are close to the camp Uther freezes and whispers "lord...Grunts from the Bonechewerclan...*hops off his horse and sees the others follow* Over there *points* Gonfindle and his father Lancelot D'Anceny..." "*Sighes* prisoners of the Grunts, what should we do?" my father asks. Uther looks at him and asks "I dunno what do you think? uh? *taps a finger against his forehead* liberate them of course idiot...*looks in my direction* Isilheledh, we depend on you now..." he whispers. I stand still as I understand what he wants from me....
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