"One day when you're older. You'll know why?" Her mother held her in her arms holding her tightly. Gwen warmly embraces her mother, smiling. They stared into the sky in silence. While her brother went to look for something. She sat by her mother's lap in silence. Her mother started speaking in hushed voices.

"You'll see. Have you heard of the story of Aslaug? She was a Viking. Everybody loved her. I mean, Ragnar left his first wife for her. She was very beautiful. She bore him sons, beautiful sons. Legend has it. Ragnar was intrigued by her beauty, impressed by her ingenuity and finding her wide companion. Ragnar proposed marriage to her, which she refused until he had accomplished his mission."

"Mama," Gwen spoke up. "Hush, child." Her mother hushed holding her tightly. "You're my child, Gwen. Remember that. I just want you to remember that, I raised you, I care for you, I raised you as my very daughter." Little Gwen's eyes began to swell, she began to yawn. "Oh, little Gwen. When I first saw you, I saw a little Viking in need of help. My daughter. I took you, raised you even when she couldn't raise you."

"I heard everybody called me a whore. Even my beloved husband. They didn't know the truth. I saved you little one. I saved you. Remember that. My little one. It was me." She quickly hugged Gwen tightly, refusing to let go.

Gwen observed her mother for a while. She didn't know what she was trying to say to her. She saw tears in her eyes, her mother was indeed a very beautiful woman when she was younger but now she looked like a mess. She went through a dramatic phase just to save a child who couldn't be raised by her real parents.

"Just know that. You're the most beautiful thing that happened to me." Gwen held onto her mother and embraced her. Marie held onto her adopted daughter and embraced refusing to let go. She knew they were coming for her. She knew they were coming for both of them.

Her beloved boy. Her baby boy. Her firstborn son will never leave her behind. He has to. He has to leave her behind to save Gwen. She must find a way to make sure he escapes with Gwen. They can't be here, they find her. She needs to be alive and as well as her boy, Boro. Her two children have to be alive.

She cried silently holding onto Gwen embrace. "Please, save my two children. Save them to fight another day. Save Guinevere and Mordred."

"Wake up, girl." A red paladin stood in front of her. Gwen held her face up staring at him. She is frustrated and in pain. Her neck still blasted a immense pain within her neck. The man quickly looked into her eyes. "I know you." She widened her eyes unsure what to say.

"I grabbed you by the hair. Than a bucket fell on me." She furrowed her eyebrows. She remembers a young boy, who did that. What stood in front of her is a man, with golden hair and blue eyes. He wore a red cloak and looked intrigued to see her. "You thought you could escaped from us." She stared at him blankly. Than out of nowhere, he leaned closer to smell her neck. She slowly started silence.

"Why are you smelling me?" She questioned. He smirked.  "Nothing."

"Who are you?" She asked. He smiled. "I'm a loyal servant to Father Carden. He asked me to take care of you. I immediately recognized you as the demoted girl who escaped from me."

"You were trying to kill me!" She yelled. He smiled. "No. I was trying to cleansed you." She held an uneasy look on her face. Unsure what to say. He looked so muscled that he looked like a man rather than a simply scrawny boy, she remembered. "How do you even remember me?"

He laughed. "I always remember the girl with silver haired who escaped from my arms." He taunted her, smirking. She gulps holding her breath. What does he want now?

"Anyway, I'm not here to mock you. Father Carden says he wants to see you." He took her by her arm, first cutting the ropes. He began to pull her away to another tent. He dragged her by the arm and threw her in the tent. She looked back, showing a confused face, then turning to see the weeping monk, Father Carden, an unknown woman.

The man took her by the hair, she shrieked in pain. "Bedivere, pull her to the chair, over there." He took her by the hair dragging her to the chair. She yelled in immense pain holding her wrath and anger. She looked around to see everybody seeing her including the weeping monk.

"Where is Gawain?" She yelled out. "Where is he?" She begged. Bedivere began to tie her up against the chair, she struggled to break free. She cried in pain. "Where is he?"

"Hush, child." Father Carden looked at the woman who came forward and observed her. "Are you certain it's her?" She questioned. She watched as Father Carden nodded holding some breath in. The woman came closer, touching her cheek than hair.

"You're one of a kind, Gwen."

She struggled to break free spitting on her. She watched as the woman simply smirked than tried to cleaned herself. "Truly a Viking." She then proceeded to slap Gwen, shocking everybody in the room including the weeping monk who stepped forward to place himself between them only to be stopped by Father Carden.

Gwen held her pain in, breathing heavily. The slap really affected her to feel pain come within her. She watched as others watched shocked. Who is this woman? Why did she do this?

"Hello, sweet Gwen. I'm guessing that's your name." Gwen stared at her lightly unsure what to say. She is only seventeen years old, what could she say to this woman? Quickly ushered the rest of the people to go outside. "Go. Now!" She demanded leaving them to walk outside. Once they were both alone in the tent, she made her way towards her.

"You're the daughter of Marie and Wallace. I remember them. Marie was like a second mother to me. She helped me in time when I needed it." Gwen furrows her eyebrows confused

"I'm Eydis." She blurted out. She held onto her Gwen sliver hair, admiring it. "I can't believe you, it's really you."

Gwen looked to the side noticing, she held a shield. A Viking shield.

"You're a Viking?" She asked. She smiled eagerly, "I'm a Viking. Clearly." She then began to walk around her observing her from the back. "I'm so happy that I found you. It's been many years." Gwen looked at her shocked and bothered by her comment.

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After silence, she managed to speak. "Why are you here? What do you want from me?"

"Hold on, I'm thinking."

"Enough, just tell me who you are?" She questioned, struggling to break free. Eydis held her posture high smiling upon her. "I'm the daughter King Cumber. I'm Eydis." Gwen widened her eyes in disbelief, she looked around to find a way out of there. She can be traded at this moment.

"Relax, I can't take you home with me. My father has agreed to become allies with the red paladins in exchange for you. When he heard that you were indeed alive, I came to check on you. After all, my father needs another daughter. You're the lost white princess. Trust me, you may not have our name but you have my blood." This woman is crazy, Gwen thought of her. Gwen can't be a Viking. Marie and Wallace are her beloved parents who were tragically murdered.

"Did he kill my parents?" She questioned her. She smiled, "Yes. He ordered it for me. You see when I was a little girl-I-" they were interrupted when Father Carden entered the tent.

"That's enough. I told you, this is the only time you could see her till King Cumber brings me the head of wolf-blood witch." Gwen widened her eyes, shocked. Nimue. Eydis leaned closer to her placing a kiss on her forehead. Slowly she backed away, memorized nodding to Father Carden turning once more at Gwen.

"We will see each other again, Gwen. I'll come back for you."

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Father Carden waited with Edyis to receive the word from her father.

"What is with the girl?" He asked. She turned to face him. "She is special to me, to my father as well. I'm Eydis, first daughter of Cumber, the one true blood heir to House Pendragon. She is the white princess, heir to the Pendragon."

"Why does he want her?" He asked. She smiled, "I want her. He never wanted her, he wants Boro." She laughs. "The one that comes by her brother, his real name is Mordred. My father knows if we get Gwen, Mordred will come looking for her."

He sighed and understood everything now. "He looks like her." She commented. He looked up. "Who?"

"Boro." She answered truthfully. A man came running into the tent, it was past midnight now. She grabbed the letter reading it, smiling out of happiness. She turns to Father Carden with a smile. "You asked for our help to kill the Wolf-Blood Witch. My father says, "Yes."

NEW CHARACTER

BEDIVERE