Lost (SBI Royal AU x Reader) DISCONTINUED

~ 2 - A friend ~

Kristin and Y/n continued to seek shelter in the little old ladies country cottage. The mother and daughter had met the women's grandson soon after arriving at the house. He had dirty blond hair that rested messily on his forehead and emerald green eyes. He also happened to be a big fan of combat and is six years of age, he reminded Kristin so much of her son, Technoblade.

Unfortunately, about 4 years after settling down, the older woman passed away due to an unexpected illness. However, her grandson named Clay kept on coming to the cottage to make sure Y/n didn't grow up alone. Clay and Y/n would sword fight with sticks and they would do archery with string and a curved stick. Y/n proved to be a rather talented, young warrior; but her mother was relatively protective and wouldn't let her pull off such dangerous stunts.

It was now 7 years later, Clay was 13 years old and I was 8 years old.  We had a daily schedule of starting the morning with some classic sword fighting, every day I was getting closer to beating Clay with my perfect form. I had tackled the boy to the dewy grass and I would have won; however, I stupidly forgot to kick the wooden sword away from my opponent causing him to grab his sword and hold it to my neck, making me lose the fight. I better note that down.

Later in the morning was archery, we strolled into the shaded, spruce woods for our practice. Briskly, we arrived at our destination and began to prepare for our training. Clay had taught me how to stand and aim for the target, I had become quite the expert. We decided to have a competition today and whoever had the most accurate shot won bragging rights, we both had nothing valuable enough to offer up as a prize. Clay went first lining up with the target before releasing the arrow for it to hit only centimetres away from the bullseye, this is going to be tough to beat. I stood in the position, sideways on, facing the board 10 yards away from me, surrounded by the enchanted forest. I closed one eye to help my aim, adjusting the arrow into the bow as the blissful wind pulled my hair out of my face. My soft fingertips carefully let the arrow go only to watch the arrow zoom across the air in slow motion. The anticipation was killing me, and then the arrow finally hit dead in the centre, perfect. As soon as the realisation hit me I yelped for joy and jumped up and down in excitement. Clay clapped as congratulations, I was incredibly thankful for my kind friend.

It was soon time for lunch, my favourite time of the day. My mother called my friend and me into the house. We ran into the rustic cottage, it was placed in a wide valley where sheep and other wild animals played; but it was relatively misty despite not lying high up in the landscape. The house had many layers, stairs leading upwards and downwards. Off white walls structured the house with a dark roof to give the small family shelter. All the vegetables and fruits that are being grown in the minuscule, but luxurious plot of land, gave off earthly and refreshing scents.

Clay and I sprinted down the sludgy path down to my cosy home (Unpopular opinion but homes and houses are not the same things, tell me otherwise). I was delighted to see my mother with a warm smile standing at the house entrance holding some warm toasties.  We sat at the oak kitchen table that was covered in cheap, yellow, floral cloth; but I didn't mind as long as I had my family and food of course. Both Clay and I pulled our seats and indulged ourselves in our cheese toasty. The toasty was warm, gooey and creamy. The bread was slightly toasted and crunchy adding texture to the simple dish, just how I like it.

Shortly after, Clay and I were about to head back out to run around the field. However, my mother had other plans therefore she cupped my face in her hands before stroking my hair. She immediately pulled her hand to my wrists before stating "Honey! You are so cold! It is freezing outside! You should wear more layers! Why don't you stay inside and do some knitting! It is safer and warmer inside!" she tried to convince me to stay inside.

"But mother it's 23 degrees (celsius) outside, and I want to go play with Clay! and if I find myself in trouble he will help me, even though I won't!" I protested.

"Absolutely not!" my mother replied.

Being the sly person I am, I slickly retracted my wrists and ran towards the door with an awaiting Clay. Rapidly, I approached the door and yelled "RUN!" and slide out the door with the boy and back down the muddy path. After a period running through a couple of smaller fields and compact amounts of forestry; Clay and I finally reached the field we spent our afternoons unless the weather wasn't feeling too good. The landscape was magnificent with various types of flowers spotted around the burnt orange grass. Tall trees seemed to be used as a border around the field and an elegant mountain range was painted just behind. 

From all the running from the mother, I was breathless and embarrassed for her. I plopped myself onto the silky grass and clothes my e/c eyes for a minute. I'm sure Clay got impatient with my rest and gently kicked my stomach and whispering "you're it...". Swiftly I jumped up and chased Clay around the field for the next couple of hours ahead.

It was now a little while later and I had just arrived back home after her mother's tantrum. Unexpectedly, my mother had started scolding me for my reckless actions and how I should be more ladylike and responsible. I will be honest though, I can't blame her since I am all she has left and could she survive out here all alone?

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Authors Note:

Hi,

I just want to mention that I am sorry if this chapter seems slightly fast-paced but didn't know what to write.

I hope you go grab some water for me and have a nice day.

Ilysm :)