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Published:2020-01-21Updated:2021-04-03Words:136,219Chapters:13/?Comments:35Kudos:157Bookmarks:47Hits:7,328
Mordred Snow
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Chapter 2: An emotional goodbye
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Lena, sits on a bed. She is carding wool with simple hand carders. Two baskets sit on the floor next to her. One is filled with tufts of uncarded wool. The other basket holds rolls of carded wool. Lena, tosses a finished roll of wool into the basket with the finished wool. Lena, grabs a handful of uncarded wool and spreads the wool onto one of the carders. Lena, then begins using the other carder to straighten and blend the wool fibers. It has been five days since Mordred's birth. Lena, is doing mostly household chores in order to be near Mordred so that she can care for him. Today, Lena, is helping Tomas's good-sister, Althea, card wool. Tomas and the other men just sheared the flock of sheep that they raise about two weeks ago. Lena, Dalia and all of the other women at the inn spent two days getting all of the wool washed. Now, it is time for the wool to be carded.
Nearby, Althea, sits on another bed, holding similar carding tools. Althea, has light brown eyes and long brown hair, which is kept tied back most of the time. Althea, is married to Tomas's youngest brother, Kelan. Althea, is still fairly young so she lacks the wrinkles and gray hair that Dalia has.
Close by, Althea's two young twins, Talen and Zinnia, play with a wooden hoop. Talen, is a young boy with brown hair and dark brown eyes. He got his eye color from Kelan. Zinnia, on the other hand has Kelan's dark brown hair and Althea's light brown eyes. Talen and Zinnia, both laugh and giggle as they watch the hoop roll across the floor. Althea, quickly shushes her children.
"Quiet you two." Althea says with a hushed voice. She points to the little bundle lying on the bed next to Lena. "Lena's son is sleeping."
On the bed next to Lena, Mordred lies bundled in swaddling blankets. He twitches lightly in his sleep.
Mordred, blinks as he looks at the sword in his hands. It is his old sword. He is also wearing his old knights uniform and armor. Mordred, looks around. He is back in Camelot, in the training fields.
The knights of the round table stand off to the side. Arthur, is among them. Arthur, is clad in his own knights armor. Merlin, Queen Guinevere and the old physician Gaius, stand close by as well. Arthur, smiles and lifts his sword up.
"Show me what you got...Sir Mordred." Arthur says with a grin. "Show me your sword skills."
Mordred, blinks and manages a smile. These are some of his best memories of his life in Camelot, before his betrayal. Training with his king and fellow knights. Those were good days. Mordred, would give anything to go back and be a knight of Camelot again. To be with his old friends. Mordred, knows he can't take it back, but he still has his memories. Mordred, raises his own sword.
"Of course my king." Mordred says with the voice he used to address Arthur with.
Mordred and Arthur, start sparing. However, Mordred, can hear voices. Mordred, looks around. He can't pinpoint where the voices are coming from.
"GIVE IT BACK!" A voice says loudly. "GIVE IT BACK!"
Talen, holds the wooden hoop away from Zinnia, who reaches for it. Zinnia, pouts. "It's my turn to roll it!" Zinnia says.
Talen, frowns and shakes his head. "No, it's my turn." Talen says.
Althea, frowns as the sight of her children arguing. "Shhh!" Althea says with a very stern voice. "The two of you will wake the baby."
Talen and Zinnia, don't pay their mother any mind. The two children continue to argue. Zinnia, reaches for the hoop again, only for it to be yanked back again by Talen. "GIVE IT TO ME!" Zinnia cries in frustration.
Mordred's eyes shoot open, ending his dream. Mordred, purses his lips and lets out a whimper. Lena, gasps at the sight of her now awake baby. Althea frowns and looks sternly at her children. "Look at what the two of you did!" Althea says scoldingly. "You woke up the baby!"
The two children, still pay no attention to their mother. Zinnia, starts chasing her twin around the room. "GIVE IT TO ME!" Zinnia cries.
"NO!" Talen yells out as he runs.
Mordred, whimpers and he moves within his wrappings. Please, someone just make them stop. Mordred thinks to himself.
Talen, suddenly stops running and holds the hoop light up in the air. "If you want it, catch it then!" Talen says. In one swift movement Talen, throws the hoop across the room.
Althea lets out a gasp. "TALEN!" Althea says with an angry voice. "I have told you not to throw that!"
The hoop flies through the air and lands right on Mordred's face. Mordred, lets out a surprised little shriek. Seconds later, Mordred, starts wailing at the top of his lungs. Lena, gasps and puts down her carding tools. She picks up her wailing son and starts trying to soothe him. Althea, lets out a horrified gasp. She turns to Talen, with scolding eyes.
"Talen, look at what you did!" Althea says scoldingly. "The hoop hit poor little Mordred right on the head!"
Talen, just stands there and blinks. "I forgot he was there." Talen says with a small voice.
Althea, narrows her eyes. "How could you forget he was there?" She asks, not believing her son's statement. "I kept telling you and Zinnia not to wake him up. And look at what you did. Not only did you wake the poor little ladd up, you also hurt his head!"
Althea, takes a deep breath and turns to look at Lena with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for my children's behavior, Lena." Althea says very apologetically. "Is your son alright?"
Lena, gently feels Mordred's head and looks closely at it. "I think so." Lena says.
Mordred, blinks as the pain in his head slowly begins subsiding. That really hurt…, Mordred thinks to himself.
Althea, sighs with some relief. "Good." She says. Althea, then frowns when she looks at the wooden hoop on the bed. Without another word, Althea, picks up the hoop and places it on a hook in the wall. Althea, turns back to Talen and Zinnia. "Since the two of you cannot play nicely together, you shall help in the kitchen." Althea says. "Come."
Althea, quickly grabs her children's hands and leads them out of the bedroom. Lena and Mordred, are left alone in the bedroom. Lena, slowly rocks Mordred, who starts to calm down. Lena, sighs. Lena, does like living at the inn, but sometimes life here can be chaotic and unpredictable.
Lena, empties the bucket of food scraps into the compost pile. Every now and again, she will do some work such as emptying the compost bucket and washing laundry while Mordred is asleep, as a way to stretch her legs. She glances up at the horizon. She shivers as she stares at the outline of the stone castle in the distance. The Dreadfort. That castle was where Ramsay Snow took her. Lena, was raped in that castle. Just looking at it brings back awful memories.
Lena, lies on a bed. A young man with black hair and ghost-grey eyes, approaches the bed with a malicious grin on his face. The young man, slowly begins undressing himself. Lena, whimpers.
"Please...if you let me go, I won't tell the Starks." Lena says with a desperate voice. "Please!"
The young man does not respond. He simply climbs onto the bed. Lena, tries to get up but the young man pins her down. Lena, struggles within the man's grasp.
"NO, PLEASE!" Lena cries out.
Lena, gulps as she turns around. Lena, holds back sobs as she runs back into the inn. Inside, Dalia, is mixing some pie dough in a wooden bowl. Dalia, looks at Lena. Dalia's face contorts with worry when she sees that Lena is hyperventilating. However, after a few seconds of looking at Lena's face, Dalia, sighs. She realizes what happened.
"You looked at the Dreadfort didn't you?" Dalia asks. "You remembered what Ramsay Snow did to you."
Lena, nods and crumples to the floor. She lets out a few sobs. "I can't help it." Lena says. "Everytime I go outside I know that the Dreadfort is there and I just can't help but look at it."
Dalia, sighs. "I understand." Dalia says. "Everytime I go out there, I can't help but look out at the horizon either. Just looking at that Castle sends shivers down my spine."
After thinking over things for a few minutes, Lena, lets out a sigh. "If I leave, I won't ever have to look at the Dreadfort again." Lena says. She sets the cup down. "You're right Dalia. I have to leave. Not just for my safety...for my sanity as well!"
Dalia, sighs. She knew this conversation would come up sooner or later. The woman will be very sad to see Lena leave. However, Dalia, knows that leaving is what is best for Lena and her son. "Have you decided when you shall leave?" Dalia asks.
Lena, takes a deep breath. "As soon as I regain my strength." Lena says. "You said that it would take at least a week or so. It has been five days since the birth of my son. I shall leave in two days."
Dalia, closes her eyes. "I shall miss you." Dalia says with a sad voice.
Lena, takes a deep breath. "I shall miss you even more, Dalia." Lena says. "However, it is for the best."
Dalia, blinks and walks up to Lena. "I am sure that you remember that the only road leading to the Kingsroad goes past the Dreadfort." Dalia says.
Lena, gasps and covers her mouth. Dalia, is right. The only road leading to and from the village, runs right past the Dreadfort! How could Lena herself have forgotten such an important detail?
"I will have to look at that dreaded castle even as I walk in order to get away from it." Lena says with a dry voice. She puts her head into her hands and sobs.
"Walk as quickly as you can and try not to turn your head towards it." Dalia says. "That is all you can do."
Just then, a baby cry can be heard. Lena, stops sobbing and looks up. Dalia, puts a hand on Lena's shoulder. "Your little ladd wants you." Dalia says. "Go to him."
Lena, nods and slowly gets to her feet. She walks over to a door. Lena, opens it and walks into the bedroom. On the bed that she shares with Dalia's daughters and nieces, Althea, is trying to sooth Mordred. Althea, looks up and sees Lena approaching. Althea, holds the baby out to Lena. Lena, takes her son into her arms and starts to hum and rock him. Mordred, slowly stops crying. However, Mordred, makes a face and starts sucking on his fist. Lena, now realizes what is wrong. Her son is hungry. Lena, quickly sits down on the bed and unties the top of her blouse, revealing her right breast. Lena, holds Mordred, so that he can reach her breast. Mordred, quickly latches and starts suckling loudly. Althea, lets out a loud laugh.
"Your little ladd sure likes his milk!" Althea says.
Mordred, blinks as he suckles. Thank you mama…, Mordred thinks to himself. I was getting very hungry.
Lena, settles down against some propped pillows and leans against them. Lena, sighs as she watches Althea, card more wool. "I shall be leaving for White Harbor in two days." Lena says. "Everytime I go outside, I just can't help but look at the Dreadfort. Just looking at that castle brings back horrible memories."
Althea, looks at Lena with sad eyes. "I shall be sad to see you go." Althea says. "You have been such a great help at the inn."
Lena, sighs. "I do like it here." Lena says. "I just hope that I can find a similar place in White Harbor."
Lena, then blinks and looks at Mordred. Before she gave birth Lena, had been so uncertain about whether she could actually come to love the child. But now, after holding and caring for her son in the days since his birth, Lena couldn't imagine life without him. His sweet little face is so perfect. Mordred's pale eyes shine with innocence only a baby could have. His little lips are a perfect shade of pink and his sweet chubby little cheeks are rosy. His little nose is sweet like a tiny button. His little head of dark hair feels like feathery down from a baby duck. Lena, could just stroke that softness forever.
Mordred, blinks as makes a few cooing sounds. Even if Lena doesn't know it, Mordred, loves her. The sad truth is that in his past life, Mordred, never actually knew his biological parents. The elder druids told Mordred that they had died, but didn't go into great detail of how they died. Mordred's master, Cerdan, had acted as a father figure to him. However, Mordred, never had a motherly figure to look up to during his life with the druids. Now that Mordred has been reborn, he can finally have something that he always wanted. A mother.
Mordred, makes a few more cooing noises. I love you mama..., Mordred thinks.
Althea, smiles at the sight of Mordred, snuggling into Lena's chest. "Your little ladd loves you...that much is obvious." Althea says.
Lena, blinks a few times as she thinks about her son's innocence. "My son is so Innocent Althea." Lena says. "I must do whatever I can to protect that innocence from his bastard of a father. Ramsay, will make sure to destroy any innocence within my son, and I won't have that. The only way to keep Ramsay from finding out about my son is to leave."
Althea, momentarily stops carding and looks at Lena. "I don't know if I should mention this to you." Althea says. "You see, Lord Bolton had a 'trueborn' son before Ramsay Snow."
Lena, blinks with absolute surprise. "He did?" Lena asks. "What happened to him?"
Althea, bites her lip and starts carding wool again. "His name was Domeric." Althea says. "He died young. That is the reason Lord Bolton brought Ramsay to the Dreadfort. He didn't have an heir."
Lena, blinks a few times. "How did Domeric die?" Lena asks.
"He fell sick." Althea says without looking at Lena. "By all accounts, Domeric, was actually a very sweet boy. He was nothing like Ramsay. Many say that he served as a squire for his mother's sister who was married to another Lord, in another land. Then, Domeric apparently served as a page for another lord. People say that Domeric was well liked there. However, as Lord Bolton and his wife never had any other children, Domeric was lonely during his time at home. When Domeric learned of the existence of his bastard half-brother Ramsay Snow, he went against his father's wishes and tried to befriend Ramsay. However, soon after his visit to Ramsay, Domeric fell ill. A 'bad belly' they say it was. After Domeric's death, Lord Bolton, in need of an heir, brought Ramsay to the Dreadfort."
Althea, then narrows her eyes. She leans in closer to Lena. "A lot of people actually think that Ramsay had something to do with Domeric's death." Althea says. "Coincidentally, Domeric fell ill soon after he visited Ramsay. There are many smallfolk around here who think that Ramsay actually poisoned poor Domeric."
Lena, gasps and looks down at her son. "That is terrible." Lena says. "To think that bastard could have poisoned his own half-brother...just sends shivers down my spine."
Mordred, gurgles a little. My father could have actually poisoned his own brother? Mordred thinks to himself. That is messed up.
Lena, holds her son closer. "I must keep my boy away from that man." Lena says with determination. "I will not raise another Ramsay Snow."
The light of morning shines through the windows of the inn. Inside the bedroom, Lena, is breastfeeding Mordred. Lena, sighs as she remembers what today is. This is the day she is going to leave the inn and Dalia's family. Lena, holds back a few tears. Mordred, can sense his mother's sadness. It was one of his gifts as a druid. He could sense the pain of others, even emotional pain. Even with his rebirth, Mordred, can still sense the pain of others. Maybe he has retained some of his magic.
I know that you are sad mama…, Mordred thinks to himself. I wish there was someway I could make you feel better.
Just then, Dalia, walks into the room. She carries an old cloth shoulder bag, that looks as if it has been mended many, many times. "Here…," Dalia says with a sadness. "This is for you to carry your son's things. It is very old and my family does not use it anymore. However, it should last you to White Harbor."
Lena, looks inside the bag. There are two loaves of bread, two apples and a few copper pennies in the bottom of the bag. The area that Dalia and her family live in is one of the places where cold hardy apple trees can be found. Dalia's family actually has two apple trees on their land. Dalia, picks up the little stash of diapers that she helped Lena make. Dalia, stuffs the diapers into the bag.
"Now remember," Dalia says. "The way to White Harbor is actually very simple to remember."
Dalia, stands straight. "Alright, first you must follow the road past the Dreadfort until you reach a fork with a boulder to the left of the fork. Turn onto the fork and walk. The road runs past the castle belonging to House Hornwood. I expect it to be almost nightfall when you reach the Hornwood's castle. Travelers say that there is a little village outlying the castle. Find a place to stay for the night and continue on with your journey when morning comes. You should reach White Harbor by nightfall then."
Lena, holds back a few tears. "Thank you Dalia for all you have done for me." Lena says. "I shall miss you very much."
Dalia, struggles to hold back tears as well. "I shall miss you to." Dalia says.
At that moment, Mordred, is done nursing. He makes a few gurgling sounds to signal that he is done. Lena, places Mordred's head on her shoulder and gently pats his back to help him burp. After a few minutes, Mordred, lets out a few small burps. Lena, then places Mordred, on top of a blanket and begins wrapping him up. Once her son is wrapped tightly in blankets, Lena, slings the shoulder bag over her shoulder and then picks up baby Mordred. Mordred's head is cradled in the crook of Lena's arm as she follows Dalia, out of the room. Dalia and Lena, walk out past the kitchen, which bustles with activity. A girl no older than twelve watches Dalia and Lena walk out the kitchen together. The girl turns to a woman who is mixing up some pie crust in a bowl.
"Mother…where are Dalia and Lena going?" The girl asks curiously.
The woman, gets a sad look on her face. "Lena is leaving us." The woman says sadly. "She is going to White Harbor to protect herself and her son from Ramsay Snow."
The girl gasps. "Lena is leaving?!" The girl asks with a shocked voice. "But...I don't want her to leave."
The woman sighs. "I know dear, but it is for the best." The woman says. "Mordred, will not be a baby forever and once he starts walking he could wander off. Someone from the Dreadfort could see Mordred's eyes and report to lord Bolton and Ramsay Snow. Lena, must leave for the sake of her herself and her baby."
Outside the Inn, Dalia and Lena, stand just outside of the doorway. Lena, sheds a few tears as she faces Dalia. "Farewell...Dalia." Lena says with a broken voice. "Thank you for everything you and your family have done for me. If it wasn't for you taking in, I do not know what would have happened to me...or my son."
Dalia, gives Lena a sad smile. "You are a fine young woman." Dalia says. "I could see that when you stumbled into the village square those many moons ago. Just remember this...you are more than you realize you are. You are young and beautiful. You are a hard worker and you have a golden heart. You are also very strong and intelligent. Don't let anyone make you believe otherwise."
Lena, sniffles and manages to smile at Dalia's words. "You are very kind." Lena says.
Dalia, then looks down at Mordred, all wrapped up snugly within blankets. Dalia, smiles as Mordred, snuggles up to Lena's body. "Your little ladd loves you Lena." Dalia says. "Don't ever forget that. I shall miss him as well. He is so sweet."
Lena, holds her son closer. "I just hope that he will always be that way." Lena says.
Dalia, puts a hand on Lena's shoulder. "Raise him right and he shall always be a good ladd." Dalia says. "And remember, as you are walking try not to look at the Dreadfort. Just look straight ahead and remember why you are doing this. Focus on the future, not the past."
Lena, blinks a few times. "I will try." Lena says. "Again...thank you for everything."
Mordred, blinks as he listens to his mother and Dalia talk. Mordred, can sense his mother's sadness. Mordred, is actually slightly sad as well. He has gotten used to Dalia's sweet voice and gentle touch. To know that he shall never hear that sweet voice, or feel those soft gentle hands hold him again, actually makes Mordred sad. He shall miss Dalia as well.
Lena, takes a deep breath and turns around. She slowly walks down the small road leading away from the village. Just walking down this road brings back so many memories.
Lena, hyperventilates as she staggers towards the village square. Bruises and cuts are visible all over Lena's bare skin. Blood, trickles down Lena's legs. She eventually collapses right in the middle of the village square. Villagers slowly gather round to see what the commotion is about.
"...Help...me…," Lena says weakly. "Somebody please help me."
Villagers narrow their eyes and back away when they realize exactly where the blood is coming from. One by one, the villagers start to disperse. Lena, is left alone in the middle of the village square.
"Somebody...help me please." Lena says weakly. "Please."
Lena, then hears footsteps approaching. She looks up to see the face of a woman. The woman has long brown hair and the most beautiful brown eyes. The eyes hold a warmth that Lena herself has never seen before. The woman gasps and tenderly takes Lena's head into her hands.
"Oh my…," The woman says. "You poor child. Don't worry, I am here to help. My name is Dalia. What is yours?"
"Lena…," Lena says with a weak voice. "Lena Snow."
Lena, sheds a few tears at the memory. When Lena had first seen Dalia, she instantly knew that Dalia was someone she could trust. Dalia, was so gentle and caring when she treated Lena's wounds.
Lena, lies stark naked on a bed, that has been covered with a very old sheet. Dalia and another woman both old wet rags. Dalia and the woman gently clean Lena's wounds with the rags. A bowl of hot water sits on a table between the two women. Dalia, frowns at the now blood red water in the bowl. She turns to the other woman.
"Petunia, go empty the bowl and refill it with clean water." Dalia says.
The other woman, Petunia, nods quickly and grabs the bowl. In one swift motion Petunia, leaves the room. Dalia and Lena, are left alone in the room. Nearby, a hearth with a roaring fire, warms the room.
"I hope that you are not too cold." Dalia says.
Lena, sighs. "I am alright, the fire is warm enough." Lena says.
Dalia, looks at Lena's body. Lena's cuts have been carefully cleaned. There is just one area on Lena's body that has yet to be tended too. Lena's vaginal area. Dalia, shudders a little at the sight of Lena's blood soaked vaginal area. "Once Petunia returns I must clean the area between your legs." Dalia says.
Lena, shudders as she remembers what happened to her. Dalia, grabs Lena's hand. "I will try to be as gentle as possible." Dalia says. "Petunia will hold your hand while I clean the area."
Lena, blinks a few times. Dalia, was so gentle while tending to her. Dalia, had allowed Lena to live at the inn while she recovered. Then, in time, it became evident that Lena was pregnant. Lena, was afraid that Dalia would decide to throw her out. However, Dalia, still allowed Lena to live at the inn.
Lena, sobs a little as she stares at the hearth. A tiny yet visible bump sits on her abdomen. Dalia, gives Lena a sad look. "Don't worry Lena, everything will be alright." Dalia says. "I will help you."
Lena, momentarily stops walking. She turns around to look at the village one last time. The village, is now a small speck in the horizon behind Lena. Lena, blinks and turns her head towards the horizon in front of her. The little road leading to the village continues on for many miles. To the left of the road, Lena can make out the outline of the Dreadfort nestled within the surrounding forest. Lena, gulps and turns away. She remembers Dalia's words.
Try not to look at the Dreadfort. Just look straight ahead and remember why you are doing this. Focus on the future, not the past. Lena remembers Dalia saying.
Lena, closes her eyes. Don't look at the Dreadfort…, Lena thinks to herself. Just look straight ahead.
Lena, takes a deep breath and resumes walking.
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