Hunted (Free Story)

Chapter 7

****Note**** 

Hi readers! i'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while, honestly I just couldn't think of a way for the story to progress, but because I have taken a while. I would to involve all of you again! If you would like a mini cameo in the story, please comment which hair color and gender you would like (or if you don't know just either say genderless or whichever!) I would also love if you added other details, where they're from, status, name Ect. I know it seems strange but I want to involve you all as readers because you all are what encourages me to write!

(Small characters through-out the chapter)

-Mrs. Croulne - lessons, and manners teacher for Sol

-Mr. Freide - head grounds keeper

-Peter - assistant grounds keeper 

Brock's Pov

    The search for Sol had become longer, and longer every day. Brock was sick of waiting and having to go to all of the surrounding kingdoms try to figure out how to rule them. He knew it was necessary but he resented Killian for waiting and being slow about finding his sister. Brock quickly tromped into the makeshift throne room in Darmeria, and knelt before Killian, "yes Brock, stand" the king quietly intoned. "My lord, I believe we need to send out more efforts to find and apprehend your sister, for the longer she is out the more time she has to spread sensitive information.

     Brock watched Killian ponder what he'd said before responding "Yes I agree, she has been out long enough, and we have given her quite a head start. Beginning tomorrow, Brock I want you to begin to track her. Use the best dogs and any means necessary to find her, oh also do bring her back alive." "Yes my lord." Brock hurried out of the throne room, already plotting his revenge against Killian's stupid, spoiled little sister.

Sol's Pov

                                                                    (flashback --- 2 years ago)

    Sol peered around the corner of the door frame, into the lessons room, and saw the ever stern faced, cold Mrs. Croulne. She quickly whipped her head back when the large older women looked back, suspiciously eyeing the door. Sol hurried down the steep flight of stairs, being extra careful to skip the loose third step, and creeped out of the small side door in the kitchens. She had to be careful not to be caught, as last time Mrs. Croulne had made her do extra lessons for a week, and help in the yard with Mr. Freide and Peter, his mousy, young assistant. Sol loved helping with the animals though, (horses especially), so she enjoyed when she was allowed to venture outside and run free just like the village children.  

       But today Sol had another mission in mind, she was visiting her brother's best friend, Brock. Brock and Sol had taken a liking to each other at a young age, and had began a small romance a few months before. Though he was four years older than her, she loved being with him, and snuck away as much as possible to ride their horses in the tall grass of the fields or to swim in the lake, or to just enjoy a small picnic in the high towers of the palace. But they needed to keep their feelings secret, as she was expected to marry the prince of Elanthia, to make Helandria and them much stronger allies, their marriage was expected to progress when she turned eighteen. And Brock was best friends with Killian, if he found out Brock would most likely be executed for treason.