The Forbidden Room

Sydney

"At first when I realized Isaac had betrayed us I was angry that he would do that to me but now I was certain that he would come to his senses and help us again. I had to wonder what Isaac was planning to do with the sword.

I fond Isaac sitting by the fire warming his hands despite the already warm evening. I sat down next to him suddenly aware that I didn't know what to say. I rehearsed several options in my mind but became unsatisfied with each option.

Finally Isaac broke the silence. "I really appreciate you believing in me."

"What do you mean?"

"With the grandma in that old house accusing me of being a traitor you didn't believe her."

My heart sunk. How could I confront him after he said something like that. I had to say sent hung though, even if it wasn't about him being a traitor. But I had to be about that. I just could muster up the courage to say it to him. "I need to say something but I don't know how to say it."

"Just speak from your heart . Ill listen to whatever you have to say no matter how bad it sounds."

I was about to say some thing when I realized that if I confronted him about this he might not want to b with me anymore and I could lose him forever. The thought burned me. I was slowly starting to realize that I loved Isaac, even if be was a scoundrel and a traitor. Maybe maybe it could wait until later. I decided to let it wait.

"Is this about me being a traitor, because-"

"No Isaac it's nothing like that its-" I searched my brain trying to find something that would sound believable. "It's Christina. What if we don't make it back to her in time."

Isaac seamed realized somehow though he hid it well. "Don't worry. I won't let that happen."

"But that lady was a lot stronger then all of us combined."

"Don't worry, we will find a way to get Christina back. I promise."

Now that I had mentioned it I was really worried about Christina. I tried to free my mind. I squeezed Isaac's hand but it didn't quite seem the same.

"Are you okay? Is there something else."

"No, just can't stop thinking about Christina." I lied. I was worried about her but my mind was more focused on the situation involving Isaac.

He looked at me wearily.

"I'm going to take a walk. Try to clear my head."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

I smiled at him wanting his comfort but I couldn't tell him what was really on my mind. "Thank you, but I really just need some time to myself."

"Okay."

I walked a mile or two before stopping. I took a deep breathe enjoying the smell of the forest. I lay down the grass beneath me was moist but I didn't mind. I had nearly drifted off to sleep when I heard a rustling and sat up pulling my dagger out almost instinctively. I shook my sleepiness away as the rustling came closer. A child emerges from the trees crying. I put my dagger away so I wouldn't alarm the boy.

I cautiously walked up to him. "Hey, what's wrong." I used my mother voice I always used when a child was hurt or sad.

"My papa." He sniffled. "He needs help." He wiped his nose on his sleeve and began to cry softly.

I took him in my arms trying to comfort him.

He grabbed the edge of my shirt and played with it between his fingers. "I'm sorry." He choked out.