The Lost Prince (NurseMaxine and myself)

[Silverknight]

Eric was riding home, he had been gone way to long from home, he had been traveling working out trade deals with various other smaller kingdoms on the outskirts of his kingdom. The deals were important as they would allow for more trade and more money to enter his homeland, which would allow for more jobs, and would improve the lives of the people who he cared about deeply for. The desire to help people had been pushed into his mindset from when he was a young boy by his own father who stressed that a kingdom was only as good as its people were happy and content with their lives.

Eric was riding a large white horse, down the road, the path to his home would take a few days, but he was in a hurry, perhaps that was why he was out riding at night. The young man on the horse was a handsome dark haired young man, his hair short and neat. His light blue eyes which would match the color of the ocean when it was daytime looked ahead of himself as he was riding, a bit tired at that moment as he didn't notice the trap that he happened to riding towards. A trap set by a man who happened to have been working out a deal with him for trade earlier that day.

The arrow passed his face waking him up as he did so, he turned to see a group of archers aiming at him form the edge of the woods. He kicked up his horse pushing it forward, but as he did, the horse rose up high into the air, causing a panic by the rider on the horse, as he was thrown from the horse. Not forward into the ground, but over a cliff, which the water was below. He was then out of it completely as the prince was swept out to sea, the ambush believing they had killed him then and there.

Luck was not completely against the young man, as he didn't sink to the depths of the water, and he had avoided every single rock by chance. He ended up floating upon his saddle which for whatever reason floated on the top of the water, the drift taking him away from where he was to a shore even father away from his home then he had ever been before. Still no matter what everything that had happened after the ambush could be see as nothing short of a miracle.

 

[NurseMaxine]

The Captain had been a seafaring man since he had been old enough to sign on aboard as a cabin boy on a freighter at age 15 he had lived in the cottage along the banks of the Silvan River. He had met Heather a couple years later when he was at home for a month of shore leave. That spring , he had put to sea again with a pregnant wife. Heather had lived with his mother that year. When he returned Heather showed him his daughter a week old. She was named Marina, and Ivan, later to be known only as the Captain took a season off and built the cottage where now, 18 years later Marina made her living a day at a time alone. She was comfortable on her own having been well taught by her mother Heather who had passed on at left her daughter alone at the age of 15. The Captain had gone down with his ship going around Cape Horn the next season. For some eighteen years, Marina had lived in the cabin, and in that time, no one had ever arrived unannounced.

This morning would be the exception. Marina had risen with the sun as usual and made coffee and was looking out the windows over the river bank when she saw something strange laying on the bank of the river. Was it a pile of rags? a fisherman's nets? An animal? She squinted at it a moment and gradually came to the conclusion that it might be a man! setting down her coffee she ran down to the beach. At first she thought he was dead. He had obviously been in the icey water a long time. She reached down and placed her hand on his neck feeling for a pulse.

 

[Silverknight]

She would reach down to find a pulse very much there, as the young man was still very much alive despite the troubles and the attempt that had been made on his own life. His body was a bit on the cold side naturally, and he looked hardly the great for the wear that had happened. Then again not many would look very good given the things that he had been thought up to that moment in time. The hand would feel the pulse but it would also cause a stirring in the young man who was there, as his eye brow started to twitch a little bit and then more as time went onwards.

After a moment, the young man would open his eyes as they blinked looking upwards at the sky above himself. He blinked once then twice as he tried to father anything, as he saw something a figure looking up at the woman who was looking down upon himself in that moment. He blinked as something suddenly happened, every thought disappeared, every bit of data in his mind was gone, any information about his own identity was gone from his mind, as he looked up, he was cold, and tired and he hurt all over. He had no clue about anything, just basic information. Like the woman above him was a female, and he was a male, and he was laying on sand, basic stuff. Yet, other basic stuff like what his name happened to be, well that wasn't at all n his mind at that moment.

He started to get to his feet, struggling as his body was weakened from his ordeal, "stick please," he said as he looked at the woman, reaching out for something, a stick or a branch to use to help him stand up before he fell forward into the sand. He was a determined young man, unable to give up, his mind not letting him give up at that moment for whatever reason. He worked slowly as he tried to get to his feet, "your home," he said seeing the cottage that was nearby at that moment. His voice wasn't strong or loud, but tired and drained from the ordeal of getting to that point as he hoped she wouldn't mind for some reason if he rested in that nice looking place.