The Dead war.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Protector And A Mother

Four months had gone by and I stood at my window looking out at the snow that had just begun to fall. It was November 7th and I watched as it fell to the ground and covered the pavement in a thin blanket of white snow. I watched as the children and teenagers jumped and played around in the snow. Jasper had just turned 3 and Edmund was 4 months old now. Oliver had stuck to his wish of leaving up alone but at times I missed him. I missed his warmth and his comfort. I missed his kisses and his hugs. But deep down inside I still felt anger and frustration towards him. I couldn't help but wonder if he knew about all of this and why he pushed me to meet Salem. I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the falling snow. I opened the window slightly and felt the brisk morning air touch my skin. I felt the hairs on my arm stand and my body stiffen. I could already tell this was going to be a cold and rough winter especially with the war approaching. Alex and Nathaniel had found three more women imposters trying to break into the castle but before they reached me Alex was able to throw them out. We had begun building chain walls mixed with wood walls. Umbris had gone from its usual beautiful and colorful place to a place of fear and worry, a place filled with weapons and armor. Our once Boisterous town had become desolate, a ghost town. No one went outside, no one ever played outside on the playground school was now held indoors all day that was until today. Today was the first day in months I had seen kids having fun and enjoying winter. Learning about the snow and snow flowers and snow plants. For the first time since my father passed away I felt true peace watching those children enjoying their lives. I had not seen Oliver since my boys were kidnapped and a part of me was grateful for that and another part wondered how miserable he was. I was taken from my thoughts by Edmund waking up he started to cry and I walked over and picked him up and rocked him back and force humming to him. Jasper was quietly playing on the bed with his toys and brand new wood game Alex created for him. He was supposed to live the shape's together on the board and the wood piece. He loved learning new things and problem solving. Any time I tried to help him he cried. I rocked Edmund while I watched Jasper play with his Toys and before I knew it the time was 9:30 am. Oliver had not tried to contact me or my children once in the four months. I felt guilty and rude for what I did but a part of me still felt hatred. Did he really know about Salem? Did he know she would do this? Is that why he pushed me to get to know her?

So many questions ran through my mind a million miles an hour spinning and spinning faster and faster. I couldn't keep up with all the questions so I just pushed them away but more questions came. I walked to the window and saw Oliver practicing his fighting with the other guards. As much hatred I still had for him a part of me still loved him and admired him and his strength not only physically but mentally and emotionally he was strong. His hair just began to reach past his shoulders and I loved it. He had grown toner and more muscular; he looked like the definition of a Greek god. He was tall and well built and just became better as the months tread on. He was a completely different person then when I first met him. I missed him if I was completely honest I missed his looks and his kindness and compassion. I watched him but wasn't really paying attention and when I finally came to I noticed he was looking at me. His eyes were somber and sunken. When I finally looked away and looked back he was back to fighting and punching and training. I grabbed Jasper and Edmund and walked down the hall and down the stairs to the first floor and continued down the hall to the end and turned left and knocked on the second door on the left. It was to Liam's and his wife's quarters and smiled and handed her Edmund and Jasper leaped in and ran over to give her new baby a kiss and to hug Liam who he had grown fond of. I smiled at Liam's wife who's name was Clara and their newborn daughter Iris.

"Serena, can we talk for a second?" Clara asked.

"Absolutely." I replied smiling. She handed Edmund to Liam while Iris was sleeping in her crib Alex had made.