The Story That Never Ends

(Great addition!)

(Great job, Emily! I love the development you brought to Britton's character! :) )

(Wow Emily!!!! Great job!!!)

(you don't mind me writing about him, right?:)

(Awesome edition!)

(No way! I just "created" him - you can feel free to add!!! I like the background-ness of it all. :))

(Would anyone like to add on to Britton? :) )

(I can't write right now…I have an ortho appointment soon…)

(I would but I don't know what to write!)

(Someone?? Anyone!? Why don't you, Jimmy?)

(BBJR13, oh, I'm sorry:( I hate ortho appointments:( )

(I'll work on something just for you Emily :p!)

(yay!!=D)

(I got my braces off today after 3 1/2 years!!!!! :) YAY!! Uh, yeah, what should we write about now?)

(oh neat!! Congrats!! Okay, that was the only ortho appointment I liked :P Did you get wire retainers or plastic?)

(YAY!! That's awesome! :))

(both - I got the plastic ones today (ow) and I'll get the regular ones in 3 weeks. :))

(IKR? I survived! :))

(Yep! Now wear your retainer! :) lol)

(Yup - don't have it on right now… I was eating! I'll be back in a minute. Gotta go get them on.)

Out of breath, he finally arrived at the dungeon. He was, for a moment, surprised that there were no guards on duty, then he remembered with embarrassment that that was because there were no prisoners to guard. Still running at the top of his speed, he grabbed some convict’s clothing from the prison store room. He turned around to run back to the wall, but ran into a small figure – Kathryn!

“Why are you here Britton?” Asked Kathryn inquisitively. “You are supposed to be saving lives!”

“Well, so are you,” He said with a smile. “This is part of my plan. Have you found Count Rowan and Sir Quinn yet, Kathryn?”

“No. I can’t find them anywhere. I am getting nervous.”

“ I’m sure you’ll find them. I don’t have much time. I have to go!” And with that he raced out of the dungeon to execute his plan.

Britton crept toward the walls of the Courtyard where the released prisoners were at their stations by the catapults and other various machines. It was a rather difficult task to avoid attention because he was wearing the clothes of a convicted criminal. Slowly he went along, his eyes darting in all directions to notice any moving forms.

He slipped onto the walls unnoticed though the same door he had looked through only minutes before. He looked around. Britton wondered where Evron was. He was vital to carrying out his scheme. The short stalky man had been a noticeable character last time but Britton could not find him amongst the vast gathering of fugitives and soldiers. It was some time before the young man found the object of his search. The older man was leaning against the wall behind a catapult. He was the only one within hearing distance, which meant a grand opportunity.

“Evron! Evron!,” Whispered the boy. Evron looked around sharply. Seeing no one, he went back to his musing. Britton sighed. He’d have to get closer. He slowly walked up.

“Evron, Don’t look at me but listen to me closely.” Said Britton leaning against the same wall and speaking with clenched teeth.

“What do you want?” Said Evron, speaking in the same manner.

“Do you like what Lord Trauis is doing?”

“Of course not! No one does. He is about to kill innocent men.”

“Do you want to help save those men?”

It took Evron some time to take this in. Some young convict boy was going to try to save hundreds maybe thousands of men? And he wanted his help? This must be a trap. He did want to save the men, but if this was a trap… No, he couldn’t help. He looked at the young man out of the corner of his eye. His face was determined as if he was going to do this no matter what. His eyes expressed hope for help from him. What could he say?

“Yes, young man. What is your plan?”

[Are you happy Emily? :)]

(Yes, very happy!! =D Great post!!)

(Thanks. Do you want to talk on Social Chatting #3? If you have time?"

(I'm going to have lunch first, and if you're still here when I come back then yes!!)

(Lunch at 5:49??? Well OK!)

(WONDERFUL, Hannah!!!!!!! :) Great addition!!!!!!! :))

(Lol, it was about 3:30ish here:)

(BTW how old is Britton……16 or 17? And How old is Rowan…..21? How could Britton talk down to Rowan about being a orphan if he is younger?)

(I think BBJR13 said Britton is about 15, and I'm not sure how old Rowan is. Idk, I've heard littler kids say not nice things to people older then them before… :P)

How about:
Lady Payton
Lady Aileen
Lady Caitlin

(I really like lady Caitlin for her. :)
Also Britten is about 16 I'm pretty sure it's not a problem that Rowan and him knew eachother etc. but the only problem is that earlier someone (I forget who :P :)) wrote that they knew eachother in 'knight training school' which would be impossible
A. Because of the age difference and
B. because Britten is an orphan even if he was sort of adopted only the more well-off kids went to 'knight training school'
That's def something we want to edit. :))

(And I don't think there is any such thing as knight training school, but if your parents were rich you could be a squire and then become a knight.)

(Yeah that's what I mean by that. :))

(Okay. :-) )

(I was thinking Britton was like 15, Rowan is like 20 or so, and Kathryn is probably 13? IDK how old Sir Quinn was…50? :))

This is FICTION people! We can have a knight training school in this world In Ranger's Apprentice, for those who were orphans, they had schools they could go to at a certain age to learn a trade. Including becoming a knight.

(We r trying to make it more historical though. :))

(I was thinking Britton was like 15, Rowan is like 20 or so, and Kathryn is probably 13? IDK how old Sir Quinn was...50? :))

That sound good I think Rowan should be 21 and sir Qinn was like 41…

I don't really care if you want romance in your story, but don't you think Kathryn is a little to young for that at age 13???

(Yeah we aren't gonna really have much romance. :) lol)

(Somebody should add to the story!)

(@all: Sorry I haven't been on in a while! We are in the middle of a move, and our Internet shut down yesterday night. I will try to add some time tomorrow, though.

Regarding ages, though, I always saw Rowan as more around the age of 16 or 17. It fits better with his character and can explain his growth in maturity throughout the story. Regarding Kathryn and Britton, I agree. Notice, though, that It is only Britton who has displayed any liking for Kathryn in what could remotely be called romance. I don't know if we should make this too prominent in the story, but if we make a sequel… :)

)

(Well, I really DO care if they do a romance story:P I'll pitch a virtual fit if that happens, but yeah, they're not going to:)

(At the time I wrote that addition where it hinted that there might be some romance between them, I did not know how young the two were. So, I'm sorry for doing that; we likely won't bring it up again (at least, not much at all) in this book, but as Jimmy said, if we make a sequel….. ;) )

(If we make a sequel it would have to be many years later when Rowan was an old man, (maybe), so they could be married in the sequel. That would make more sense.)

(Would anybody like to add??)

(I'm thinking! :) )

(I will try soon. My internet keeps cutting off. :( I have several ideas, though. :) )

(Try refreshing your router box thingy. That usually works for me when my Internet is being stupid. :P :))

That same night, King Archen and Sir Walter cautiously made their way towards the cave’s secret entrance, still quietly discussing their mysterious visitor. They carefully picked their way over the smouldering embers of the fire Sir Desmond had made and then, grunting in pain from their many wounds, swung themselves onto the forest floor, breathing slowly and deeply.
“My king,” asked Sir Walter in a whisper. “Do you think that they could have survived? The two hundred men Lord Arsoth spoke of might have proved too much for our friends.”

King Archen shook his head. “I have hope, Sir Walter, that they are still alive. I see no sign of the men Arsoth spoke of. Perhaps it was just a trick, meant to make us think there was no escape. Any way, that commotion near the cave entrace was sure to have called the soldiers, if thy existed, to that location. Finally, the man who helped us to escape told us that they were all right, and I have no doubt as to his honesty. Of course we should still be careful, but I think that, right now, we have little to fear. We shall trust in God for protection. He has preserved us this far, and I believe he will continue to do so.”

“You speak the truth, my king,” replied Sir Walter with a louder and more confident tone. “What do you think our plan should be now? Should we see what caused that battle by the cave mouth? The attackers could very well have been a party of the Order, in which case we should provide assistance. We could also make for one of the western or southern refuges.”

“They are known by the Council, Sir Walter. I am afraid that option is not wise at the moment. Your first idea might be a good one, but I think that there is too much danger of being discovered. I would suggest that we head toward the south, not to enter one of our customary refuges, but to find a new one and to meet with our friends who might not have heard of the danger we are all in. I remember passing through a friendly village near Forenton that seemed loyal to the Order. I think we should make for that.”

“As you wish, my king. I do wish we knew what the commotion was about, though. The timing seems almost miraculous.”

“That it does. But then, the truly miraculous is often not visible to our eyes. The greatest miracles mant times are those we don’t see, just as the bravest and strongest of hearts are not in those who appear brave and strong, but in those who, although small and inexperienced, have hearts like lions. I may be wrong, Sir Walter, but I think that the greatest of miracles take place within people and individuals; maybe that is what the Almighty intended. Flash and fire are powerful in their way, but the true mighty acts of God are so often the steady pull of His love. Little by little, piece by piece, a heart is transformed through his mercy and grace. Yes, the conflict was miraculous; but just as miraculous are the tranformations that occur every day within people. Those are acts that I will always admire. I only wish that the Almighty will someday see fit to transform the heart of…”

The King trailed off in deep contemplation. Sir Walter rose, staring at the king with a smile.

“Truly, my king, you were meant to be a poet. You are wiser than I, a fact I will never dispute. I think, though, that it is safe to be on our way.”

With that, the pair made their way into the darkness, their hearts bright with the light of hope.

(Yay!!! Wow, great post!!)