SHE TREMBLED WATCHING THE FIGHT BETWEEN THE WEEPING MONK AND GAWAIN IN FEAR. Gwen started breathing heavily, taking deep breaths, shaking. Her hands were tied, she watched as Gawain couldn't maintain his balance when he was fighting him. At the first fight, Gawain is knocked to the ground from the monk's force. "Gwen!" Gawain managed to blurt out leaving her to gasp, breathing heavily. "You evil twat! You took Gwen!" Gawain charged at him, only for the weeping monk to knocked Gawain to the ground. "What? Can it be the green knight jealous?" The monk taunted him, causing Gawain to growled in anger.

Gawain had managed to stand up, knocking the monk back, and with the second blade he pulled out, pushed him to the ground. His hand touched the ground, keeping him from falling completely. As soon as that happened, Gwen immediately couldn't believe what she saw. His hand touched a green leaf, turning green.He is Fey, one of them. Trying to process what just occurred, she began to look worried and noticed how he turned back to faced her for a long second as their eyes met briefly. She looked away refusing to meet his eyes, thinking, this can't be true.

"How could you," Gawain muttered. She watched desperately as Gawain turned to face her falling completely to his knees. "No!" Gwen shrieked. "Please don't. If you have any sort of feelings or emotions in there. Do not kill him. If you can't do that for yourself than do it for me?" She began to plead watching him, staring in black expression.

"Born in the dawn, to pass in the," Gawain speaks only to be cut off by the monk's sword clashing with his skull. "You should thank Gwen, I didn't go to my limit," The monk replied. Gawain's eyes shut completely, still alive. With that, the monk picks up Gawain's body off the ground and throws him over his shoulder. Gawain is thrown over the back of the horse soon after. "What happened to you? Why betray your own people?" She whispered, shaking.The weeping monk turned to her sighing. "You'll don't know how it feels to be alone your whole life and not have anybody be there for you." He began to tie Gawain up, still pulling her along with him.

After a couple of hours, she walked with him for hours, till he stopped to get some rest. Immediately, she jumped to get Gawain off the horse, Gawain groaned sitting beside a tree. She could hear him heavily breathing, trying to maintain calm. "Please, Gawain. I only have you, I can't lose, you. Stay with me?" She begged bending down in the knee. "I need you, I always had." They began to cry in each other's arms, this was it. It was their last straw and final moments for the both of them. Helplessly, she felt tears pour down, she felt so weak. So weak. Before Gwen could process her words, she was yanked behind pulling her towards the weeping monk. Gwen couldn't help cursing through her breath at him. "You almost tried to kill him!" The weeping monk raised his eyebrow, confused. "No. I didn't. They need him alive.'' He answered, calmly. Gwen looked at him horrified. "Don't you get it? They're lying to you."

They both stared into each other's eyes, curiously. "We're saving souls." He calmly responded and began to pull her along. She maintains her balance. "Who are you?" He immediately held an uneasy look. "I could ask you the same thing?" Gwen replied.

Gwen stared at him trying to find some words to knock some sense to him. "You think this is sane? I know there is good in you. I know you didn't save me out of random. Admit it, you saved me because you felt like you owe it to me. You needed to prove you don't harm children?" She questioned leaving him to furrowed his eyebrows, frustrated. She rolled her eyes annoyed, she looked to see an open view ahead. This was her moment to escape.

"Don't even tried." A voice suddenly spoke up. The weeping monk directed his eyes the same direction she was facing. She fluttered her eyes between dying Gawain and the weeping monk. She had to try at least. She began twisting her body to run further, turning back to see him
running after her, she turned around and began walking. Don't worry, Gawain. I'll bring some help.  Suddenly a strong pair of hands gripped her under the arms, yanking her back pulling directly into someone's chest. She stood silent, shivering. "I told you not to run." The effort to escape was pointless, she realized.

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The horse began walking, she was pulled by behind harshly. "Clearly, I didn't. I saved you." He replied. Gwen immediately raised her eyebrows. "I'm not a Fey." The weeping monk sighed. "That's not true, you have the blood of Fey. Your half-Fey. I could smell you, every inch in this forest."

"No! It can't be. I'm from across the sea. I'm not a Fey." Slowly, her eyes began to tear up refusing to walk further. The weeping monk finally turned around noticing her breakdown. He slid off his horse, and took one slow step closer to her.

"Why are you on the verge of crying?" He spoke, curiously. Gwen began to pull herself to the emotional side. The tears dripped falling across her cheek onto the floor.

"I don't remember my parents much. I've been an orphan most of my life with my elder brother. You see, when I was a little girl, I witnessed my mother's death. I remember because my mother's blood exploded onto me. Her blood went on my face, all over me. That's all, I know about her. My brother even says I was named after her. Now, I'm an orphan. No brother nor family that is still living." She sadly looks to Gawain who still looked unconscious laying on the horse. They were a lot alike. They both didn't remember their parents that well, they're both orphans. She began to move uncontrollably, suddenly falling only to feel a strong pair of hands grab her just before she lost her sight.

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"Wake up, Gwen." A voice whispered said. Opening her eyes to see Gawain walking weakly behind her tied up. She noticed, she wasn't tied anymore. She sat right behind the weeping monk, widening her eyes. "Gawain?!" She pleaded. "Just hold on a little longer, Gwen." Immediately, she noticed they arrived in a camp. The Red Paladin camp. Gwen could feel eyes burning onto her everywhere. They finally stopped, the weeping monk dismounted than turning to look at her launching forward to hold her by the waist pulling her down from the horse.

"I have missed you, my son," says Father Carden, resting his hands upon. Gwen recognized Father Carmen already. All the stories that she heard of his command to kill Fey's. An evil man. "Is this him? Is this the famous Weeping Monk?" A man unfamiliar man spoke up. Gwen began to purse her lips unaware what to do, she could see Gawain on his knees resting on the ground. No. She then turned to see the unfamiliar man observing her like a doll. He flickered his eyes between the monk and her showing some interest.

"His Holiness has sent Abbot Wicklow to observe us in our campaign against the Fey," Carden explains. "So," he changed the subject. "What have you brought us?" he asked, approaching Gawain. "The Green Knight."

Carden glances at him but notices Gwen. "And who is the girl?" He asked. Fear began to rise within her. "I found her with him." He plainly lied. Gwen could believe it, he has been saving her so many times. Why? "I believed she could be in used" he lied smoothly, looking away

"Ah," Father Carden continued. She remained slient and didn't want to hear what they were saying, she closed her eyes thinking she was a home with her brother and friends. She was than pulled back. ''As for the girl." Gwen eyes widen quickly, gulping in fear. One for the red paladin pushed her against the ground causing her to groan. "My son, what do you say we should do with her?" Carden asked, turning to him. Slowly, she turned to face stone cold, with a black expression. "She is the half-Viking. Father Carden, she is half-Fey and half-Viking." Immediately her eyes stared at him in disbelief.

"What?" She bluntly replied. Father Carden approaches her slowly. "You must be the famous Gwen, Ice King is looking for. The long lost child." Immediately, Gawain couldn't help himself to growled. "Don't listen to them. You're a Fey. Remember that, Gwen."

"Shut up!" One of the red paladin hit him on the head causing him to fall back to the ground. "Gawain?" She whispered hoping he'll get up. Slowly he got up by the help of two red
paladins first turning to face her sympathetically, then turning to flash anger on Father Carden and then at the monk. "I know secrets," Gawain says. "Many secrets."

"Take him to Brother Salt. The girl, too." She was then dragged up by two red paladins turning to look at the weeping monk one last time. "I think I'm the cursed one," she muttered. Their eyes met this time, she didn't look away. He watched her as they carried her away feeling regret.