H. Pendragon | A Part of Life that You Can't Control

Part 1

Merry Christmas you guys <3
Thank you sm for the continued support and love for Woven (and the other books ig lol).

Anyway, I hope you can take some time; unwind, relax, and rejuvenate, and get ready to take on the new year of 2023.

Edit: I've taken out the 2nd part

Enjoy lovelies ♡'･ᴗ･'♡

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Maybe running off into the wild for some kind of intrigue was a bad idea. Surely, I couldn't have known it was going to be so awful when I decided to rent out my home, sell and store my things, all to set off for who knows how long. Everyone back in town swore up and down of dangers and magic and unknown, shaking in their very boots as they spouted their tales of the wild plains.

But that's all it was. Plain.

Not a shred of evil magic or danger or even a wayward vagabond in sight. Just me and endless stretches of land. Survival wasn't much of an issue, there were always clean brooks curling their fingers along the untouched land of rolling hills and grass, while each finger was decorated with no shortage of bushes holding delicious and juicy berries. Plus, there always seemed to be a perfect patch of grass to sleep through the perfectly temperate nights.

Hardly the challenging adventure life I'd been expecting. Why was it so... easy?

Maybe I'd taken a wrong turn early on in this excursion which brought me to a picture perfect meadow-land that went on for acres.

So only about five days into this travelling disaster, I'd turned back. Another peculiar occurrence was that it took far less time to get back to town than it did leaving. As I crested the last rolling hill, my home town of Porthaven came back into sight. A slow groan pulled from my lips as I descended the hill with heavy feet all the way into the borders of the oceanside settlement. How embarrassing to come back so soon. Not even a week of travel and I was already defeated. The dry mud collecting on my boots was the only real indication that I'd been anywhere at all.

I grunted and lugged my feet up the front steps of my building.

Hopefully the person I'm renting to won't mind if I pop in for some rest.

"Y/n!" A voice from behind called in surprise.

I turned back from my keys to my neighbour carrying arm-fulls of groceries in two large paper bags. "Oh, hello Lillian." I chimed, returning to unlocking the door before walking back towards her.

"You're back already? I thought you left for the wilds not even a week ago!" She exclaimed, astonishment staining her newly wrinkled face.

I carefully took a bag from her desperately clinging arms and placed it on my hip. "I did, but there wasn't anything out there," I huffed and let her take her slow lead back up the steps.

She tossed her free hand about dismissively. "How can that be? The wilds are the worst of the worst! Wizards and witches plague those plains you know," she said with a waggle of her finger as she pushed her shoulder against the opened door.

"I know," I said politely, "But nothing happened, it was actually very pleasant out there." I kicked the door closed after us.

The woman hummed to herself before cracking a gentle smile over her shoulder. "Well I'm glad you're safe at least my dear." Her head twisted forward again as she made her way up the stairs to the loft apartments. "I'm shocked you didn't encounter any magic at all in that awful place."