How is it you? (Henry Mills)

Part 3 Chapter 33

Hello everyone! I made sure this chapter was long. I haven't been in the best of moods to write. I'm sure all of you can relate to being pent up in the house with no more motivation. I'm getting past it. I've also had my appendix taken out last month which is a huge reason for this delayed update. I'm sure I'll be more motivated once I'm cleared to go back to work.

Hope you all enjoy!
- Happyduck5💜💜
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DAY 3: Afternoon

-Mason's POV"

We have been sitting at the table all morning eating and talking with Elliot about his life. Old men like to be entertained with listening is what I told Nattie, and to just act like she's interesting in whatever story he decides to tell us about.

But as Elliot was talking about his time in Eastern Lornsline as a boy I started to get this feeling at the bottom of my stomach that just didn't feel right. Something is wrong.

"Elliot" I cut him off. "Sh." We all sit stiff to listen. Hooves can be heard coming our way, screaming erupts from other villagers outside. "Come on." Nattie and I make hasty movement to the hay room. I lock it right away once inside. Elliot has installed it to the door thinking it would be a good idea. Only I can lock and unlock it. I guess today it will serve its purpose.

I put my back against the door with Nattie sitting in between my legs with her knees up to her chest and her head down to keep herself quiet. Wrapping my arms around her to comfort her and draw her closer so the door had more weight against it. Her heart must be already pounding, but mine has remained calm so far.

Banging on Elliots door causes the princess to shake some. Elliot doesn't make them wait and opens the door. I can hear them shove Elliot aside. Loud footsteps in all directions of the cottage can be heard followed by loud thuds.

"Do not move, do not make a sound." I whisper so lightly in her ear that any lighter and she wouldn't of heard me. My heart now begins to beat rapidly with the sounds accruing close to us. I place a hand over my mouth to silence my breathing while still holding a tight grip to Nattie.

"We are here with orders from King Fredrick to find the fleeing Princess and a boy solider who ran with her." One man explain.

"I have not seen a boy or girl but the regular ones in my village every day." Elliot responds.

"May I ask you who's you are?"

"I am Elliot."

"What of your family name?" The man asks with a tone of annoyance.

"Token. Elliot Finnan Token, Sir."

"Token? As in the Daughter if the Royal cook who has tried to marry Prince Nathan."

"Julia?" Elliot says in an asking tone.

"Take him." The man mumbles.

Elliot can be heard rambling in confusion as they drag him out of the cottage. But we continue to stay in our position. Again the footsteps start, this time slowly and more light instead of the usual stomping.

"Soldier boy..." the man behind the wall calls out for me in a taunting manner. "Your Queen wants you back to serve her..." he gets closer. Slowly moving my right hand over my mouth and bottom part of my nose, carful not to make a sound, I stop breathing. Even the lightest breath could give us away. "And it's not your place to protect the princess, boy." He kicks the door harshly. Instead of jumping and making a sound both of us remain stiff. He waits a little while longer before he starts walking away. The creak of the door lets me know he's leaving. Soon the door slams shut.