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

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Gawain!" She yelled out, screaming trying to stop him. Arthur held her tightly trying to calm her down. "I'm calm, I'm calm. Let me go!" Arthur immediately freed her. "We have to help him!"

"We will." He grabbed the bow and arrow in the distance. Got ready to shoot. "Gwen when I say go. Open the doors."

"Huh?" Gwen spoke up. "Just do it!" She got ready to open the doors. "Open!" She fell to the ground, she watched as he shouted the arrow running forward, grabbing Gawain.

"What have you done?" Gawain stomping forward at Arthur, staring at him than at Gwen on the floor. "What had to be done. Honor Bergeron by saving lives, not wasting them."

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She sat near the ground holding a locket. It had carved G on it, given by her brother. She held onto it, closing her eyes. Imagining where her brother is? Who was he with? Is he alive? All those things, she wanted to think. Fire can be burning all over the Mill, she was slowly losing air. She held onto her locket, in fear and curiosity. "Please, tell me you're alive," she whispered to herself. "If you are, I just want to let you know brother, I'm so sorry for everything. I should have listen to you, forgive me." She curled up holding herself, scared. She could spot Arthur in the distance holding onto something.

"Arthur! Gwen!" They both looked up to see Gawain. They stood up standing beside them.

"They have both entrances covered. If we go out as a group, they'll kill us like cows. It's better to die fighting out there than to roast to death in here."

"Indeed." Arthur chimed in. "Prepare to guide them from the mill." Gawain finished. "Gwen and Arthur take care of the people."

"Where are you going?" Gwen questioned.

"I'm the prize that they seek. The prize distracts them long enough, gives you a minute's jump on them." Gwen watched horrified at what he said in front of her. No way. She is not letting him sacrifice himself, so far he is the only family member left.

"No, sir, that is not the plan. No, sir." Squirrel immediately barged in. Gwen widened her eyes, she held Squirrel back by his back. "My one regret in leaving this life is that I shall not be able to beat your hide for disobedience as you deserve." Gawain complained frustrated.

"Please, Green Knight." Squirrel asked hopefully. Gwen couldn't help to bring herself to smile a little. "Bergerum's gone?" She asked causing Gawain to sighed in defeat.

"I need a second. Someone brave and fast. Can you lead these Fey back to the camp?" He then began to speak. "Aye, Green Knight." Squirrel replied, with the wildest smirk.

"Good boy." Gawain replied. "I'm going with you-"

"Could you do anything I ask you to?" Gwen immediately tried to tug Squirrel back. "You're a damn good swordsman, but you have a back too." Arthur added in. "Go out there unprotected, they'll kill you or capture you too quickly, and all here will die." Gwen finished trying to reason with Gawain, changing her focus.

"So when you go out there, I'm coming with you." Arthur spoke, he turned to Gwen. "Lead the people to safety." She nodded but felt nervous. 

"I want to know if I'm fighting with a rival or a brother. After all that we..." Gawain whispered. "If I did, you would not block my path."

"Well, then I'll be alive, you can marry her twice for all I care." Gawain told Arthur sending Gwen a smile. "Then we die like brothers. Gwen, you make sure everybody agrees to this and leaves right behind you." Gawain stomped on the ground, alerted. She nodded eagerly listening to them, making her way downstairs to explain.

After a few minutes, she stood behind them when they were getting ready to open the door. Once they did, every Fey began to run forward. She headed out with other Fey, once everything had left. She ran only for her to take a look around to see the red paladins attacking Arthur and Gawain. She began running with fear, till she ran right into somebody embrace. She struggled to break free, fearing who caught her.

"Hello, again." The voice responded. She looked up heavily breathing, gasping for air.