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Sorry for the wait. Took me a while to make a ref for Gwynfair, so enjoy both the chapter and the quick bust I made!

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Chapter 6

The time of day is getting late as the sun sets, turning the sky golden. A murder of crows flew by as they caw in the distance. Fireflies started glowing at this time in the forest.

The camp has been set up, and the two Scotsmen sat by the fire with Gwynfair, listening to her story.

“It all started when my father, the king, and his men left Cydell to find Fionn mac Cumhaill,” she began, “And that’s when they went missing for two months after his departure. Then one day, my father sent me and my mother a message by communication of an amulet that the occultists you’ve dealt with have annihilated his men. The cult’s leader, Darius attempted to convince my father to receive a dark blessing from Satan in order to become of his servants, but my father refuses that offer as he wants no part of it. The two then fought together until my father escaped from the church. Since then, he went into hiding, in hopes that the cult would never find him again.”

Gwynfair paused for a bit to sigh, then continued, “I’ve also learned from my father that the cult are looking for certain unicorn folk to turn into Satan’s followers, which could explain why Darius tried convince him. I fear these horrible people could be after me, as well. If only my father were by my side right now.”

Dover chewed on his biscuit for a moment before swallowing it, commenting, “This is nothing surprising to me, as I’ve heard about all the heinous crimes they committed. I won’t let a single one, especially that wretched Darius, get their hands on you, if anything. Don’t worry, milady, we’ll protect you, no matter what it takes.”

Gwynfair nodded, “Thank you, Dover. I’m counting on you and I will assist you. Surely, we’ll find my father and that sword you spoke about.”

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It was eventually nighttime, and the scene felt eerie with the sounds of owls hooting and an occasional wolf howling in the distance.

Gwynfair felt uneasy about being out during the night at first, but with the two Scotsmen by her side, she’s getting used to it. What caught her attention was when Dover brings out a flute and starts playing a soothing song that she never heard of before, but was entranced by its beautiful sound.

The song sounded so comforting and peaceful, it soothes Gwynfair from thinking about all the unpleasant things.

After playing it for a while, Dover puts his flute back in his satchel.

“What a beautiful song,” Gwynfair murmured, “Can you tell me the name of it?”

“That’s just a song my father had written called ‘Gaelic Dawn’,” Dover responded, “He taught me that song long before I joined McAlister’s clan. Unfortunately, there’s no vocals or lyrics for it at the moment.”

Gwynfair gave some thought, then replied, “I think the next time you play that song, I’ll sing along to it.”

Dover nodded, “Splendid idea. For now we need to rest, and then we’ll be on our way to Ariundle Oakwood to find the ruins that houses the legendary sword, White Steel.”

“Fortunately, we are in Ariundle Oakwood, as a matter of fact,” Gwynfair pointed out.

“We are?” Callum responded to the sudden comment, “In that case, that means we’re getting closer to the ruins!”

“As far as I remember,” Gwynfair began, “Fion mac Cumhaill occasionally visits the ruins to ensure that no evil would take away White Steel and abuse its power. And given his heroics, it should come to no surprise that he’s the sword’s guardian, waiting for a swordsman of great justice to obtain it. And since you value justice, Dover, you happen the one who’s destined to attain it from the ruins.”

“We thank you for your knowledge, Gwynfair,” Dover murmured as he caressed the maiden’s head, “We’ll continue our journey there the first thing tomorrow.”

With that, Callum poured water to put out the camp fire and the three went into the tent.

“One more thing, Dover,” Gwynfair murmured, “Thank you very much for saving me from the lizardman tribe earlier. I fear that they would consume me.”

Dover nodded, “You’re very much welcome, Gwynfair. I won’t let anyone lay harm on you whatsoever. Good night.”

He blew out the light from his lantern and the three went to sleep for tonight.

Somewhere in the distance, a masked, pregnant nun named Constance–the only female member of Darius’s cult–has been hiding in the shrubbery, quietly witnessing and eavesdropping on the conversation all along. Knowing about the three’s knowledge, the cultist teleported out of the scene to report to Darius.