A New Beginning — Candy A. Varty

It was spring 1363, a cold morning. The fog was rolling in, Aiden looked closely but saw nothing. “Rylee, I don't doubt that you saw something, but now it's gone.” Aiden placed his hand on Rylee's shoulder. Rylee pulled away. “I know what I saw, dammit, our father was here.” Rylee began to pace. “He had the arrow I shot him with.” Alistair walked over to where Rylee had pointed to where he had seen his father. With the hand on his sword, he was ready just in case Edward Hawke was waiting but Alistair saw no one. He searched the ground. “Aiden, you need to come see this.” So the men hurried over. “Look footprints in the mud.” Rylee caught sight of something lying in the bushes; it was a section of feathers from his arrow. “Look, this is from my arrow. You know these are my feathers.” Aiden walked over. “Alright, let's go in before everyone gets worried, and no one says anything just yet of this, agreed.” The guys looked at Aiden and agreed. So the men re-entered the manor house.