Chapter Three: Trust

Orwen decided to trust the men at the gate with the truth: he needed help to escape from his Uncle!

Leaning down onto the neck of his horse, Orwen motioned for the man to step closer and said in a low whisper, "I'm running away from my Uncle. He tried to kill me!"

The gaurd's brows came together in a concerned scowl.

"Are you sure about that?" he whispered back.

"Of course. You've got to help me. When he asks where I've gone, just tell--"

The gaurd swung quickly and the next thing Orwen felt was the wet ground as he was knocked from the farm horse and then dragged into the courtyard by his cloak. After a fruitless struggle, he was forced out of the courtyard and into the castle wall where the gaurd from the gate and a few other soldiers roughly led him down a flight of stairs to the dungeon level underground. There they locked him in a dim, empty cell and stomped off, chuklingg about the story they had to tell their Master. Orwen watched them with a sinking heart, and then slammed the flat of his hand against the iron door.

"Curses!"

Running his fingers through his hair in frustration, he waited for his fate.

Chapter Four: Inevitable