Howl's POV
"Where is Markl, anyhow?" Artemis asks, as Solomon and I guide her into the dining room. I keep a hand at her hip to gently send her forward. When Solomon pulls out a chair for Artemis, and they each sit.
"Mellach!" I shout for the old man.
"What do you want boy?" he grumbles at me.
"Markl. Please help us explain-"
"The little boy will probably die," he looks Artemis sqaure in the eye, before trying to turn and walk away.
"What do you mean?" Artemis shreiks.
"The boy is under a spell that will last for God only knows how long. The spell is meant to let his body heal. If it doesn't work, he will just rest until his heart gives out. It's a coma, really. He heals, or dies."
"But . . . How did he . . . "
"He tried to join us in battle. We think he was trying to warn us of the fercoity." I finish. "H elost too much blood, even though he really wasn't physically injured all too severly."
Artemis's cheeks flush, and her face falls. She stiffens like a statue, practically leaps to her feet and rushes back to her room.
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A/N
sorry it is short, but lots going on, and I am getting back to working on The Once Life of Ellen Cross.
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Howl
FanfictionA fanfiction of Howl's Moving Castle- that doesn't start or end with Sophie and Howl married or having children! What happens when Artemis, a normal girl, runs into Howl and Sophie? Just another girl, right? She could have been, until the accide...
