Enchanted Tale

Thirty Four: Tracked

Elle's POV:

"You're a natural!" Harry exclaimed. He and Peter had been practising all afternoon. I was watching from the window, admiring their play. Peter was doing so well. He reminded me of an actual knight. It was nice seeing him so happy.

Because of the falling sun, I had started a fire moments ago. I was so comfortable in the heat that I started to drift off. I was content with life at the moment. Harry was still with me and we were on good terms, Peter had something to make him feel like a man, and I got the family that I've always wanted.

Eric's POV:
"Eric are we ever going to see Elle again?" My Nan asked.

"I'm not sure. As you already know we didn't depart on good terms..."

"Yes I am aware. It just worries me that she revealed her magic to those mortals. If the King were to find out she'd be done for! We'd be done for! Oh Eric, for my sake, go see her again. Make sure she doesn't let anyone else know about her magic."

"You've nothing to worry about, Nan. Those two mortals are the only ones who know of magic. They're not going to reveal anything. Besides, they only know of it because she had just found out herself. She's knows now the weight of the knowledge and will do anything she can to keep it to herself." Everything was said through word vomit. I didn't entirely believe what I was saying. But I don't want my Nan worrying. She has enough to deal with, with just my grandfather.

"Please Eric. I need you to do this for me."

I could see she was truly worried and that my words weren't going to soothe her. I tried to figure a way to meet Elle again before I caved. I didn't know where she lived but my thoughts then took me know a very useful spell. Lumorail. I stared at my Nan, sighing I looked to the floor and whispered, "Alright, I'll do it."

"Oh thank you, Eric! Return straight home and give me status on her."

"I will." I said grabbing my cloak.

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Briar's POV:

There was one place I feared to find Prince Harry. The very first place that came to mind. The only place that made sense for him to be. Flashbacks overcame my mind as I rode through the trees. I remember this trail almost perfectly, despite the fact that I hadn't been down here in years. No one could be able to forget that day. The blood of those witches and wizards painted my mind. I have fought many battles but I've never killed anyone that were unarmed. Well technically they weren't unarmed. Blanketed, this situation seemed like a massacre. But we've reminded ourselves that the wizards were planning to take over our land and kill anyone in power. The death of the Queen was very tragic, and they deserved to pay for it.

"Briar!" One of my men called through the galloping of our horses. He jolted me out of my trance. I looked over to him as he pointed forward. I looked ahead and called everyone to a halt.

I looked around, confused as to where we were.

"This should be the area." I heard next to me.

I agreed. If my memory was correct, we were where the cottage should be. The trees were positioned in the right places.

"It's gone?" The same knight spoke.