Forbidden Love (Rewritten) | Arthur Pendragon

19 • THE WITCHFINDER

The Hjalparinn was garnishing Eowyn's cleavage. The blue of the stone was clashing with the fairness of her skin or the whiteness of her garment. Still, she kept it. The only remnant of her birth parents, of her past, of who she was. The last symbol of her kin, the Ljosalfar.

Since she had gotten it, a weight had been lifted from both her heart and shoulders. Somehow, it was as if she felt whole, at last. Having a fragment of her history reconciled her with herself. She was not the only was. Or at least, she had not always been the only one. She was not singular, she was not an anomaly. She had a history. Her powers were not a natural mistake. She was not a natural mistake. She had inherited her powers from her parents who had inherited them from her parents before them. A sort of pride had now settled in Eowyn's heart. She had never felt this way, but she wanted to honor her ancestor. She was the last of her kind and the Ljosalfar history should not disappear with her. It was a new oath she had made to herself. She was a Ljosalfar, and there was nothing to be scared or ashamed of.

Eowyn stopped her horse and savored the fresh air of the forest near the royal city of Camelot. With a gentle smile, she admired it, watching the people going along with their day. It had been less than a week yet she had still missed Camelot. She had grown used to its busyness and had forgotten the calmness of Ealdor.

In the sky elevated smoke out of a chimney. Eowyn softly blew and the smoke slowly resembled more and more to a dragon, the symbol of the Pendragon family. It had been less than a week, yet she had missed Arthur. They had not been talking for weeks but she could still have a glimpse of him. Though her feelings had been confused, or rather, her mind had been confused, her heart still yearned for the prince more than she would admit. She was not in love with him because of her destiny, she was in love with him because of him. And it hurt to be apart from him.

Eowyn was snapped out of her daze by the ruffling sounds of leaves. Though, when she looked back, there was nothing. She did not give much thought and only began riding to the town. A few town folks greeted her as she walked into the streets and her smile grew wider when she spotted Merlin and Gaius by the stables.

Eowyn dismounted her horse.

"Thank God you're back," she heard Merlin say as he got closer to her. Eowyn let out a chuckle. "It was an absolute nightmare without you!"

"Talk for yourself!" Gaius said. "I had to endure his complaining for five days!"

Eowyn laughed. "Was it that bad?" She asked as she led her horse into the stable after retrieving her bags.

"Yes!" The two of them exclaimed in unison.

"I didn't know Arthur could get this annoying! But he did!" Merlin said. "He kept asking when you would come back and it was starting to get on my nerves,"

A soft blush tainted Eowyn's cheeks as the three of them began heading to the physician's chambers. The thought of Arthur awaiting her made her heart miss a bit. It was getting harder and harder to deny her feelings. She was not sure she wanted to keep doing so, but she still tried to remain casual so she only said: "He did?"

"You have no idea,"

Eowyn tried not to smile too much. They all returned to the physician's chambers. Eowyn dropped her bags to her room before going to wash herself. When she returned, she told Merlin and Gaius about everything she had learned. She showed them both the letter and the chest that she had brought along as well as the necklace as she told them everything about her research, the Ljosalfar, the Usadian legends on Yggdrasil and Alfheim, Seidr, Galdr, and Hunith beliefs that Eowyn could be of noble blood. Eowyn forgot nothing.

"Indeed, Hunith might be very right," Gaius said as he examined the cobalt chest. "Such craftsmanship is only seen in Usad and among the higher class. I had the occasion once to travel the land. Some Usadians are really talented when it comes to metals, especially forging,"