This may seem odd. But I have had writers block for the past week. And Havarti cheese has helped me to overcome it. The strangest things can help you out of writers block!!!👆👆👆
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Chapter 4

"You don't seem very content," Lucian pointed out. In front of him the girl was pacing back and forth.

She just ignored him and continued pacing. "I never even caught your name," Lucian thought out loud.

To this she smirked, "Apparently they call me the Silver Eyed Pixie or something like that."

Lucian Stared at her in shock. This was the girl who was accused of being the Silver Eyed Pixie? And he was trapped in a cave with her? He gulped and smiled nervously. "I me-meant your re-real name?" he tried to act cool, but failed.

"Ah," she chuckled heartily, "Avreale."

"Avreale..." he said stretching it out and testing it thoughtfully, "Pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Please," Avreale snickered, "You really think that your charm will affect me? So sorry to disappoint."

"Darn," he said grinning. This girl, Avreale, did not seem guilty of doing the acts that the the Silver Eyed Pixie was accused of doing. But then again, everything is not always what it seems. Lucian hated that phrase so much. To him it meant that even if you knew people, you never really knew them. He hated that feeling.

Lucian glanced up to see that Avreale had finally stopped pacing, and was now settled in front of the fire, placing her hands in front of her, in attempt to warm them up. "So what exactly is the soon-to-be king of Tayl doing here in the middle of the woods?" She inquired, her sharp gaze settling on him.

"That, love, is a secret. Now it wouldn't be much of a secret of I told you, now would it?"

She pouted.

He smirked.

Shadows danced across the walls. The winds blew harshly outside and through the cracks between the log and the cave's entrance. The wind caused the fire to be a whip, lashing out harshly in different directions. Avreale huddled away, afraid of the fire. It reminded her of the dream she was always having. 2 years ago was the last time she had that dream. Now she had a different dream, one that was even more frightening.

"The fire isn't going to hurt you," her head snapped up at the sound of his voice. She sent him a sharp glare, before resuming staring at the fire, willing it to lash out at her again.

Lucian took this time to take a better look at this Avreale girl. To say she was dirty would be an understatement. Her fiery red hair was a hot curly mess. Her skin was pale beyond belief, especially for someone who spent almost all of her time outside. As her eyes closed, Lucian finally noticed it.

The black eye patch that covered her right eye just confirmed the worst of his beliefs that Avreale was the Silver Eyed Pixie. Under the patch would be the silver eye.

Lucian shakily moved forwards, not completely aware of what he was doing. Avreale's breathing a settled in to a synchronized calm pattern. It was easy to tell that she was in a deep enough sleep.

He delicately traced his fingers softly up her neck and past her jaw bones. Her lips, pale and slightly chapped. Her cheeks were slightly hollow, probably from lack of food. Her nose curved upwards and was scattered in millions of freckles.

Up her nose, and between her eyes when he finally got to her right eye, covered by the eye patch. Using his right pointer finger, he slowly lifted up the eye patch, terrified that he would wake her.

What he saw next scared the life out of him. Her left eye was closed, and her right eye was wide open. The silver eye was staring right back at him. It just confirmed his worst fears of her being the Silver Eyed Pixie.

He shook off all his thoughts and fears and dropped his hands. He slowly inched back to his original spot. He was terrified to even blink, much less sleep.

How could he sleep with the Silver Eyed Pixie right by him. He was a fish in the mouth of a whale. Still alive, but trapped, could be killed at any moment. Terrified to move, terrified to run - not that he could - terrified to breathe, terrified to make a single noise.

Lucian heard a series of whispers coming from Avreale. No matter how scared, he listened more closely.

¨Rowan! No! Come back, please!¨ she had tears streaming like a waterfall down her face. She was thrashing around, arms flinging around as if she was trying to find something to cling to. Who was Rowan?

Lucian did not know what to do. But before he could react, her sobs started to calm down. Could this girl really be the Silver Eyed Pixie? She seemed weak and broken.

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Morning snuck up on them like a predator on its prey. Avreale was not the first awake, because when she stretched like a cat waking from a nap, she was greeted by Lucian staring intently at her.

"Can I help you?" she questioned annoyed.

"I need to get out of here.," he said.

She had to restrain from rolling her eyes, "And how do you suggest doing that?"

"I can push it," he said too confidently.

Avreale snorted, "Yeah right."

"I can," he protested.

"Be my guest then," she said gesturing to the wood.

"I will," he smirked.

Avreale leaned up against the the cold, stone wall, and watched in amusement as Lucian flexed his muscles, glanced at her with a smirk, before setting off to work at the task laid in front of him.

As Lucian set out on accomplishing the task, Avreale found her mind wandering off to other things. Where was Rowan? Did he still remember her promise that she made to him?

Avreale wished that she could disappear from this cave, and reappear in front of the relentless fire that would heat up her entire cottage. Four solid brick walls shielding and protecting her from the harsh Northern winds of Nixiton. The warmth of the fire settling down the chills that ran repeatedly up and down her spine.

And her father might have a surprise for her once he reached home. Oh how she wished to savor and relish even the smallest amount of Havarti cheese. A delicious, but rather expensive delicacy. The sharpness of the flavor, the softness of the texture when it was sliding down her throat. The taste of the cheese was indescribable. Her father might sometimes bring a chunk home after a really good day of work. But still, those days tended to be rare.

Home. Was it even home anymore? Not really, sadly. Last time she saw it, her cottage had been burned down to ashes.

A startling frozen wind suddenly shook Avreale out of her thoughts. Mini icicles danced around like a frozen tornado at the now open entrance of the cave.

Avreale glanced up at Lucian. Shock became displayed on her face. "You actually succeeded?" she asked in disbelief.

"Why so shocked love?" he smirked, "Did you really underestimate me that much?"

"We-well, uh, yes?" she said meekly.

Lucian smirked carelessly, ever so proud of Avreale's reaction.

"Well you can go now, and get back to your fancy palace," she said irritated.

His smirked faltered as he scratched his head, "About that..."

"What about that?" she asked sharply.

"I am not entirely sure of where to go," he stated sheepishly.

"Of course," she groaned even more irritated.

"Where are you headed exactly?"

Avreale paused. Her breath caught in her throat. If she revealed where she was going - not that she had any idea herself - Lucian might send an army of soldiers after her, and she would wind up dead. She did trust anyone. Especially someone who was a Prince and future King.

"I am not entirely sure," she stated honestly.

Lucian grinned, "Perfect! Then you can guide me back to The City!"

Avreale's mouth gaped open in disbelief as he strutted out of the cave,.

She stomped after him like an angry child. How dare he think that she would just give in, just because he was some prince.

"Are you bloody kidding me? I would have to have to have a death wish - which I don't - to even think about going anywhere with you."

Lucian's jaw clenched together tightly. Clearly he was not used to anyone turning him down. Oh what a prince. His icy blue eyes turned a shade darker in anger. This scene could be even more perfect, if there was some steam coming out of his ears, and his cheeks turning a dark red.

Avreale almost laughed out loud at that thought.

"You know what?" he asked. "Never mind. I could also just kill you right on this very spot."

Avreale just snickered. She had been practicing sword fighting, with the sword that her father had given her, for the past two years, just in case. "You want to try all mighty Prince?" she asked, "Do you even have a sword? Do you even know how to use one?"

Lucian reached down to his belt, just then realizing that Avreale was right about the first part. He did not have a sword. It must have gotten lost somewhere.

"You better watch it love," he snarled.

And with that, he stalked off, until the trees swallowed him up whole.

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