The Changeling

Chapter 13

By 5 p.m., Spencer has picked my up from my room, and he is dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans, and a light blue button up shirt that he has the sleeved rolled to his elbows.

"You look nice, Prince Alaska," he greets kindly with a grin.

"You do, too, Spencer," I reply with a blush, and he has a tiny smile on his lips as his eyes rake over my body.

He offers me his bent left elbow out toward me now with a bigger grin; "Ready to go?"

"Yes, I am, kind sir," I answer softly as I slip my hand into his elbow, allowing him to lead me toward the front entrance of the castle, and along the way, I knock on Eilonwy's door to let him know we are leaving.

Eilonwy is coming with us for protection.

"Where are we going exactly?" I ask as the three of us walk the cobblestone pathway that has trees on both side with branches hanging over both sides.

"We are going to 'Cafe' La Shay,'" he replies as we take in our surroundings while the sun brightly shines down upon us. "My aunt and uncle own, and operate the cafe'."

"That is so cool!" I grin as I tilt my head back slight to enjoy fully the sun rays on my face.

While passing a few people along the way who we greet, and they greet us back.

"Prince, get down!" Eilonwy shouts before I am pushed harshly to the ground from behind.

My entire body slams forward into the cobblestone pathway, smashing my face painfully with a grunt as my left shoulder burns in a blazing fire. Rolling onto my right side with a grunt, I see Eilonwy fighting with a man dressed head to toe in black with a black mask covering his face.

Throwing my right palm out toward them, focusing all my power on the man fighting with Eilonwy. The man flies backward, hitting his backside harshly against a tree, crumpling into a heap onto the grass twenty-five feet from Eilonwy.

Breathing heavily as I move to sit up onto my ass as Eilonwy and Spencer turn to me in wide eyed shock.

"What in the bloody hell did he hit me with?" I grumble still breathing hard as my shoulder continues to throb to it's own beat as the move to squat down on either side of me.

"A fire ball," Eilonwy explains as he begins to examine my shoulder causing me to hiss when he lightly touches a particularly sensitive spot.

"Shouldn't something be done with the attacker, so they don't escape?" I grunt when a wave of nausea hits me.

"He is being taken care of," Spencer replies, and I see several warriors handcuffing the person who is still unconscious. "Let's get you to medical so your shoulder can be treated."

They help me to me feet, and that is when I realize that we have attracted a crowd of whispering people, all looking at me in concern.

"Why are they starring at us like that?" I mumble to Spencer as I lean into his side heavily.

Spencer is on my right and Bronx is on my left with as they help me walk shakily back toward the castle. The five warriors who have the attacker are carrying him about twenty feet in front of us.

"Prince, you need to keep your eyes open," Spencer says causing me to snap my eyes open without me realizing that I had shut them.

"I am so tired though, when can I sleep?" I softly whine as I stumble into Spencer's side.

"When the medics tell you that you are allowed," Bronx answers firmly making me loudly whine at his answer.

"But I wanna sleep now, and one of you can carry me," I whine as we enter the castle.

The warriors take the attacker to the dungeon in the basement as the three of us toward the medical wing. Entering the room, Spencer and Bronx help me sit on an exam table.

"What happened?" mum demands as she cuts off my shirt from the back, so she can examine the wound.

"He was attacked with a fireball by a man dressed in all black with a black mask," Bronx answers with a scowl. "Alaska knocked the man out with his power as I was fighting with him."

Mum hums in response as she pokes and prods at my shoulder causing me to flinch in response.

"Mum!" I hiss in pain as mum wipes something cold and wet across the wound, and my desire to sleep completely forgotten. "That hurts!"

"I know it does, baby, but I have to clean the wound so it doesn't get infected," she gently replies pressing a piece of material to the wound, and the swiping it downwards.

Spencer grabs my hands gently into his as I see Bronx moving toward me from the corner of my eyes, but abruptly stops. Mentally shrugging about Bronx's movements, as I focus on Spencer with a raised eyebrow in silent question.

"Squeeze my hands, and focus on me, and not what your mum is doing to your back," he answers my unspoken question. "Tell me something that you enjoy doing, a hobby?"

Bronx grunts with a shake of his head as if he finds what Spencer is doing for me is stupid, and I snap at him tired of his rude behavior; "Stop being rude! Spencer isn't doing anything wrong, and be an adult."

Focusing on Spencer again while ignoring Bronx as he leaves the room, and trying to ignore what mum is doing with a hiss of pain; "Sketching. I enjoy drawing anything and everything."

"Can I see some of these?" he asks with a hopeful smile as I tightly squeeze his hands.

Slowly nodding at his question; "I guess that would be okay. I, think I can show you my favorite ones."

"Perfect! We can do that after your wound is finished being tended, and you have slept some," Spencer answers as mum places the finishing touches on my shoulder.

Mum gently rubs my back avoiding my wound; "You are all set, baby. Perhaps Spencer will be kind enough to help you to your room?"

Spencer nods at mum's request as I slide off the exam table and he walks with me to my room with an arm wrapped tightly around my waist. Once I am lying under the covers that Spencer pulls over me, I am sound asleep.