Bounty Hunter Bash Heart Lock Arc Part Six

 The Reunion


They traveled for over a day on foot, apart from Chashathrophogh, who was in a cage. This was one thing that he was willing to undergo. Yet despite Sir Follied booking him and getting in a tavern, she chose to stay outside. She did not want to leave her uncle alone.

She felt that something was off, she could not place what it was. She did not want to even think about it. She wanted to sit where she was and get some sleep. She woke up some time later from a nightmare that she soon forgot. She looked back at Chashathrophogh sleeping in his cage. She thought about the day that they met. She thought that it was a strange coincidence that Sir Follied was there too. Yet she could not budge the feeling that he was expecting the two to show up. Then again, it hardly mattered, Sir Follied always had a strange reputation of being a tool in peoples' schemes. It was so bad that she had heard that, if her grandmother had not been so sharp, then he would have killed her grandfather. So maybe this time was no different.

She looked up at the room where he was sleeping. She had wondered for a while why he was still around? Why were her parents keeping around such a knight? Was it out of pity out was it that her parents were using him just as the other did? Or maybe it was just keeping a promise? Whatever the case, it hardly mattered. 

After they made sure that her mother was alright, her and Chashathrophogh would be out of here. Her thoughts then turned to her sleeping uncle. Even though he was morally black, and had killed people, both guilty and innocent,  she knew that she had started to care for him. She knew that if his head was on the chopping block then she would save him within a heartbeat. Emmen though she would never say it out loud.

She closed her eyes and drifted off again. She then woke up from another nightmare that she forgot. It may have been the same nightmare. She knew that she was killed in it,  yet she did not know who had killed her or how. She shook her head to get the thing out of her mind. It was only a dream,  it had no meaning. She looked around and then rubbed her eyes.

Am I going to get a good nights' sleep?

Probably not. She thought as she heard a snapping of a twig. She drew her now and loaded it, she aimed it at the source of the sound. Them Sir Follied raised his hand up with shock.

"Woah!"

She lowered her bow.

"Oh,  sorry."

"You should be."

She frowned.

What's his problem?

"Yeah, I should quit thinking every twig snap is an enemy."

He nodded.

"So, what's he like?"

"Better than you think, though he can be scary every now and again."

"Do you think that it would be alright to release him?"

"Yes, and he has a name. It's Chashathrophogh, use it."

"No. Is bad luck to say the name of an evil one."

"He's not evil. And you ought to drop your superstitions."

He looked at her with shock.

"Are you serious? He killed all those Royal bastards like you and himself, both innocent and guilty alike! Not to mention he tried to kill you!"

"I know, but I can tell that he's mute complicated than that."

"Maybe, but I still will not say his name. Now, breakfast awaits!"

"Not without Uncle Chashathrophogh."

He rolled his eyes and went along. They were soon brought before her mother, which gave them a look of confusion and outrage.

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