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I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead; Birch
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Posted on April 8, 2014 at 09:16:12 PM by flynn

The hooves of the chestnut stallion clattered over the wooden bridge into the castle’s outer courtyard and Flynn urged the creature round in a semi-circle so that he was positioned in the back corner of the cobbled square. Swinging his feet out of his stirrups he dismounted, bending his knees when his feet hit the ground. He heard Denahi coming before he saw him, he could hear the clicking of his familiar’s claws against the stone floor, and sure enough, as Flynn patted the chestnut’s neck, the husky appeared, weaving in and out of the throng of men and horses. He had been guarding the prisoners at the back of the returning convoy.
“They’ve taken them down to the cells,” Denahi explained, sitting down at his faerie’s feet, his tail wagging back and forth sending leaf litter tumbling into the gaps between the cobbles. Flynn nodded and patted the husky on the head before removing his helmet and tucking it under his arm. It had been strange when he had first been issued his guard uniform, but he was getting used to it.
“I need a bath,” he sighed, running his fingers through his black hair, plastered to his forehead by sweat, “a very long bath.”

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“Flynn!” He had only just made it back to his room when his brother appeared in the entranceway, having pushed the door open with such enthusiasm that some of the trinkets set down on table tops had fallen over, “you’re back!” Denahi bounded out of the bathroom and threw himself at Dylan, pressing his head into the boy’s stomach in his quest for an ear tickle. Flynn was forced to stifle a laugh as he unbuckled his belt and peeled off his top tunic.
“Hey, buddy,” he beamed at his sibling, “I’m in a bit of a hurry, I’m on duty again in an hour. Do you mind if I get ready while we talk?” Dylan shook his head, jumping up onto Flynn’s mattress where he was joined seconds later by both Denahi and Lunarian. “Everything been okay whilst I’ve been gone?” he pressed as he pulled his mail shirt off over his head, and placed it down on the tiny amount of vacant mattress.
It was a relief when Dylan nodded,“as far as I know,” the teenager said brightly, “Renn’s been locked in her room working on her painting, but she let me see it, it looks amazing! If the king doesn’t like it then he must be blind or something!” Realising what he had said the boy blushed a little, frowning at his own slip-up. Flynn knew that sometimes his brother spoke without thinking, but there wasn’t really any harm in him.
“Did you catch any pirates?” Dylan asked recovering himself. Flynn struggled to prevent his expression from darkening as he nodded, “a couple,” he replied, ruffling the boy’s hair.

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It was getting late; the sun had begun to set bathing the sky in a golden glow which poured in through the corridor’s stained glass windows. The coloured reflections cast by the glass seemed to dance in the torchlight on the stone floor slabs. Flynn sauntered along the red carpet runner which ran down the centre of the corridor. Life had settled back into a steady routine, Danny and Dylan both had regular activities to occupy their time, Renn was getting better with each day and he had his job to keep him distracted. He was thankful for the fact that he always seemed to be busy. Flynn had discovered over the years that he was more likely to do something rash or stupid if he spent too much time dwelling on his troubles. He tried to forget about the incident in the cells, and he tried to forget about Lorraine. He tried to forget about his brother, who could be long-dead for all he knew. It had been nearly two years since he had heard from Henry...No. Flynn shook his head, attempting to rid himself of the thought, he had wasted too many hours worrying for Henry, and what had he got in return? Nothing but trouble and pain.

He signed in at the Captain’s office and was issued with his post at the other side of the castle guarding the royal quarters, and his feet carried him there on auto-pilot. He knew the twists and turns well enough and even a few short-cuts concealed from visitors by paintings and tapestries. Flynn smiled and shook hands with the previous guard, relieving him of his position at the foot of the stairs.
“Say hello you your wife for me,” he beamed as the other man headed off down the corridor with a cheery wave, “tell her I’m looking forwards to her next cake!” The silence came quickly, and with it came tranquillity. Most of the castle was fast asleep, dreaming in the warmth of the kitchens or tucked up in their feather beds on the upper floors. Denahi came to join him when the twins had gone to bed, and brought a basket of food of drink with him.
“Renn insisted,” the husky explained, lying down at his faerie’s feet, “she says you overwork yourself.” Flynn sighed, smiling; she was probably right.
photography by LexnGer and jcurtis4082 at flickr.com






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