Pelladal stood on guard in the Square. People were hustling around buying things. Many of the people were so excited that the heir was coming. They hurried to and fro making ready for the day he would come. He should be here in a few days Pelladal thought.
From somewhere in the square Pelladal heard some one scream. He hurried as fast as he could to where a group of people had already gathered. A large cart was hurling towards a young boy who seemed not to be paying attention. Without thinking Pelladal ran over and grabbed the boy, pulling him backwards. The cart flew down the rode, people jumping away.
“Are you all right?” Pelladal asked the boy, pulling him of the ground.
“Yes I’m a quite all right” he replied.
“Eärnil?” Pelladal said surprised. This was the same boy he had met many years ago. As he said that a man and woman came running up.
“Tarcyrian, Miriel!” what were they doing here already, “We weren’t expecting you for another few days.”…
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