DEVOTION - THE WEEPING MONK [PART 2 COMING IN AUGUST 2023]

CHAPTER EIGHT

SHE BEGAN RUNNING, towards the Mill. "Run, Gwen!" Gawain yelled pushing her forward. She stopped. "No. What about Arthur?" Immediately, he tensed up when she brought up Arthur. "Gwen, it's too far." He argued. Gwen immediately turned to the side to run back only for Gawain to grab her by the shoulders, stopping her. "I'll go. It's okay, Gwen. Just go!" She took a deep breath, sighing. She turned to the other side and began making her way to the Mill, with the others.

"Bergerum!" She yelled running towards him. "Go, on. Gwen go inside, I'll wait for them to return." Immediately, she stared at him with caution, nodding her head. She ran towards the door that was left open, jumped inside. She fell onto the floor hitting her elbowed but at least she was safe, for now.

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"Gawain!" She immediately ran to embrace him in a hug. Leaning away, she jumped into Arthur's arms, revealed. "Where is Bergerum?" They all stayed silent not saying a word. She knew her answer. She looked to see one side through hole, watching how Bergerum was breathing heavily.

"Oh, god." She backed away gasping, flickering her eyes between Arthur and Gawain. "Is he breathing?" She turned to ask one of them.

"I don't know." Gawain replied, shaking his head. "How many are there?" Gwen continued.

"A dozen in the field. Probably twice that in the mood." Arthur answered leaving everybody scared and fearful. She quickly began to think. When she had come here, she had no bed. Downstairs.

"What's downstairs?" Gawain asked. He looked at the man that stood in the distance. "Food storage. A hatch to the outside." One of the Fey replied. "Put a sword by that hatch and get the wounded downstairs."

"We can't stay here?!" Arthur argued. "Well, we can't reach the bloody horses. So I suggest you grab a bow and take as much money as you can."

"Come on, quickly. Careful." Gawain grabbed onto Gwen and pulled her despite her wanting to stay up. He pulled her downstairs dragging her downstairs.

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They spend hours in the Mill trying to think of a solution out of there. "How is she?" Gawain asked approaching Gwen who finished stitching up the little Fey girl. "Yeah, she'll live." She pulled him away, leaving room for the healer to approach the girl.