Chapter 25

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Turambil and Mayla walk through the door into the forest. They follow the path back home when they both get a sense of trouble. They run till the castle comes into view. They can smell smoke like there had been a fire. They run faster till they throw open the main doors. They walk in with their guard up and slowly just in case there's an intruder. They make their way through the hallways until they get to Mayla and Willo's room. They both approach the door quietly. There's water running out from under the door and screams inside the room. Turambil pushes the doors open with such great force that it breaks the hinges. "What is the meaning of all this?" Turambil asks with dominance in his voice. Everyone in the room continues running around, screaming, and loudly talking without even noticing that Turambil and Mayla have returned. Turambil notices that there is no threat but he is still wondering why the Elders are all in here running about like headless chickens instead of the calm and collected group they normally are. Mayla walks into her room. She looks around with wide eyes. The curtains have all been burnt and there are char marks on some of the walls. There's at least four inches of standing water on the floors and feathers floating in the air from her pillow that has been busted open. The further Mayla walks in the more relevant the godawful smell grows.

Arwyn comes out of the bathroom. Her hair is a mess, and she's gagging. She looks at Turambil. "Have I done something that warrants this level of punishment?" Turambil busts out in a deep laugh. "Whatever do you mean? I remember you agreeing to watch Willo and that you were going to have some of the Elders help you since he gave you such a hard time when we first left." Arwyn throws her hands in the air. "Let me start from when you left me for the second time."

ARWYN'S POV

" Arwyn laughs. "Here I thought I was going crazy." Turambil squints at her. "Crazy? You did look that way with your hair all over and your head against the wall. If it's alright with you, I have one last place to go. Can you manage this infant wolf trait?" Arwyn nods with an evil smirk on her face. "Yes, I will enlist the help from the rest of the Elders." Turambil notices her smirk and the look in her eyes. "Well, I will get Mayla and be on my way. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." After that Turambil took Mayla by the hand and went through a door into New Orleans. Arwyn thought up the greatest plan. She will care for Willo and when he starts to get fussy, she would hand him off to another one of the Elders to get a break. She thought to herself, 'he's a baby. How bad could his temper get? I got this.' Arwyn places Willo in his crib. As he starts to fall asleep, she runs out to find the Elders. Lucky for her, they were all in the great hall talking amongst themselves about their infant king. When she walks in, everyone is happy to see her. "How did you manage to get a break from Willo?" Leaph asks. "Well, he fell asleep. I was thinking we all could go in there and watch after him. What do you think?" Arwyn asks with a smile. Leaph (Wild Elf) is the first to answer. "I think I speak for us all when I say, YES. We all will help watch over Willo." Arwyn has a wider smile on her face. "Great. When he wakes up I will call for you all." Arwyn turns to walk out of the great hall with a mischievous smile and Leaph as a huge smile on his face that he finally gets to help with Willo. Leaph can't explain it, but he feels that Willo and him will be the best of friends. Leaph can't wait till Willo grows up so they can get into all the trouble best friends can get into.

Arwyn gets back to Willo and he's still asleep. She gets on Maylas bed and sits there with her back against the wall as she watches over Willo. "You seem to be much calmer now. Maybe it was just you being fussy that Mayla wasn't here with you." She says as Willo sleeps. Arwyn closes her eyes and begins to meditate. Her eyes snap open when she senses a surge of power and she sees the curtains above the bed and in all the windows are burning. "What is happening?" She grabs Willo and runs out of the room to the great hall. As she's running Willo is making laughing coo sounds. Arwyn runs in and all the Elders are still sitting around talking. Leaph jumps up. "What's wrong?" Arwyn takes a deep breath. "I was watching Willo as he slept and then closed my eyes for some meditation. I was pulled out of it by a strong surge of power and when I opened my eyes, the curtains in the room were all on fire. I grabbed Willo and here we are." Earendil (Moon Elf) laughs. "How could that be, none of us felt anything and you have only been gone for a few minutes. And look, Willo is happy and awake." Arwyn turns Willo around in her arms and looks into his eyes. "You're doing it again aren't you? Why me? Can't you do it to one of them?" Willo just stares back and laughs. "What do you mean he's doing it again? He's just a baby. What could he possibly have done?" Haldir (Aquatic Elf) asks. "I told you already. The curtains are on fire." Arwyn says with a little annoyance in her tone. Leaph stands up. "Hand Willo to Leigha (Avariel Elf) to watch. I will go back to his room with you and make sure everything is okay." Arwyn hands Willo over and then go to examine the room with Leaph. The closer to the room, the stronger the smell of smoke becomes. They walk into the room. Where beautiful sheer curtains once hung there's nothing but ashes and burnt fabric on the floor. "Did a candle get knocked over on one of them? I don't see how a baby could have done this." Arwyn looks to Leaph in annoyance. "I told you he did it. It's a full moon in the human world. I think it's affecting him here in our world." Leaph looks at Arwyn in confusion. "What does a human full moon have to do with...." Before he finishes his sentence Leaph slaps his own forehead, "Werewolf traits" he finishes his thought. Arwyn nods her head. "I think we underestimated this baby." They both let out a small laugh and walk back to the great hall.

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