Roses, Thorns, and Love

The fırst well

No ones POV As Leeli followed her family onto the boat,
All she could think about was Janner. She couldn't believe that he was dead. But yet again, here they were going to the first well.

Before she could drift off into her thoughts she heard her mother's voice. "Leeli, come help me with the sails." Leeli got up to help her mother, thinking about how Janner could have easi- she stopped herself mid-way. He's gone Leeli. He's gone. She could feel tears threatening to fall. Fortunately her mother spoke, breaking the dreadful silence and Leeli continued to walk over to the sails.

"Is everything alright dear?" Nia's calm voice flooded Leelis mind with serenity.
Leeli looked in her mothers direction. One look was all it took for Leeli to break. Even though she didn't manage to stop her own tears, it was a quiet sob. Nia hastefully walked towards her youngest daughter and pulled her into her loving embrace.

"He's coming back dear. He'll be with us again." Nia said, not even sure if she believed that one sentence completely herself. Leeli sobbed into Nias shoulder, she wasn't crying for herself, but for Kalmar too. The brown haired boy just sat expressionless against the side of the boat.

It had been 20 minutes before Leeli calmed down and stopped crying. She knew if she had more tears, she would've cried so heavily that the boat and water would mourn her itself.

They traveled for an hour or so before they made it to the island Arthan was steering them too. The keen-eyed man looked solemnly ahead as he docked the boat along the shore. It was about midnight by the time they had made it to the island.

"Nia," Artham leaned over and whispered into the mother's ear, "let's let them rest before we try the impossible." He said, glancing at a tired looking leeli whose eyes were indeed drooping, and an already asleep Kalmar. Nia looked away, avoiding the winged man's eyes as she spoke. "Of course." It was but a mere whisper that still no matter how weak, gracefully fell from the queens lips. If it weren't for Arthams impeccable hearing he may not have picked it up.

Nia walked towards and sat alongside Leeli and Kalmar and pulled them close. She feared she would loose them as well. A tear landed on Leelis button-shaped nose as she turned lightly in her sleep. It was but mere seconds before Nia drifted of into a much-needed slumber.

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