There was a big clearing illuminated by a massive bonfire in the
center. This light allowed Fiona to make out most of the camp from
the top of the hill they were on. There were two huge tents to the
north- colored red and orange and green with middle eastern
patterns decorating them. The flaps of their loose hanging fabrics
swayed in the light breeze. To the south was a low wooden and
cobblestone building - a horse stable by the looks of it.
Immediately to the right of it was a building that sat a little
crooked. It was a brick, two-storied structure, with a british flag
hanging by the entrance. Robin pulled Fiona closer to the place
that seemed void of human life. They scurried up behind the stable
and entered. Inside was pitch black. "Robin..." She started to say
after he let go of her hand. A beam of light pierced the darkness
and Fiona found herself face to face with a camel. "Dear heavens!"
She jumped. Robin laughed. He held up a rusty old lantern to the
creature. "This is Aba-Katara. The finest Arabian Camel in all of
Europe... Well, probably the only one." He smiled at the creature.
It affectionately nuzzled his hair. "Hullo Aba." Fiona said gently,
holding up a hand to the 9 foot tall animal. It sniffed her pale
skin and licked her. Fiona giggled loudly. "Shhhhh. Don't want to
alarm anyone." Robin breathed, holding a finger up to her mouth.
They smiled at each other as they passed a couple of muscular
steeds and went through the barn door. They were out in the winter
air again. Next they creeped over to the tents and silently walked
by the back, careful not to let the fire create their silhouettes
against the fabric. Finally they came to the building. Fiona
glanced at the words inscribed in the window: Gibson Antique
Emporium - Established 1903. The boy watched her closely. Would she
finally believe him? Or somehow conclude this was a massive hoax?
All the proof was there, now it just took a little faith... They
stood there for a long time. "Robin..." He smiled at her tone. He
knew what she was going to say. "It's true...?" Fiona laced her
fingers into his. He nodded as they headed back towrpards the tree
line. The pines and evergreens swayed above them and a gentle
snowfall began. The temperature was low enough for it, but there
was something odd - no clouds "Magic?" Robin pulled her in front of
himself. They stared up at the stars and let the delicate little
flakes fall on their noses. "Magic." He breathed. Fiona stood on
her tiptoes and planted a sweet but gentle kiss on his lips. He
wrapped her arms around his neck and passion flooded them both.
Their lips moved together perfectly, and all of the bitter coldness
seemed to melt away from their skin... A twig snapped behind Robin
and he was wrenched away from his lover. "What the hell are you
doing?!" Robin yelped as the intruder smashed a knee into the boy's
stomach. The hooded figure threw a punch, missed and was kicked to
he ground. A gunshot rung out behind them, somewhere back at camp.
Fiona gazed down on her brother, who was gushing blood at the nose.
Robin looked very worried as he pinned the other boy under his
foot. Another shot rang out. "Cal-Calvin?! What are you doing
here?" She gasped. He glared up at her maliciously. "Fetching you."
He spat. "I can't believe you would betray us like this." Another
shot - then another. Barking echoed through the forest. Robin
grabbed Fiona by the hand and they made a dash towards the noise
leaving Calvin in the dust. They exited the woods and stopped at
the edge of the clearing. "WHERE IS SHE?!" Bellowed Glover. Fiona
had to catch her breath. The man had his back turned to them. Robin
glanced at her, and then back at her uncle, who was holding his
shot gun up to another man's head. "Rory..." Breathed his brother.
"Who in god's name are you talking about?!" Shouted a fellow in
front of the shop. He was tall and had a messy beard, presumedly
because he had just rolled out of bed. Fiona guessed that it was
Robin's father. There were a group of about ten others wielding
swords ten yards off of Glover. They were dark in skin and light on
foot. Nobody dared move, for fear of getting the boy's brains blown
out. "MY NEICE! WHERE'S FIONA?" He bellowed again, waving the gun
in the air. He sounded... Drunk. His words were slurred. Robin did
a courageous and maybe even stupid thing: "She's right here
Glover!" Time seemed to stop. All eyes turned towards the two
teenagers. Fiona had never felt so exposed or scared in her life.
What was her uncle going to do? Never had he been so violent. Never
had she seem him drunk. Glover shoved Rory away and marched across
the grass. He reeked of whiskey. Why had he been drinking so much?
"What do you think you're doing?" He seethed, yanking Fiona's chin
up so she had to look at him square in the face. "Didn't I tell
you, to stay away from here? Out of the woods? I took you in. I fed
you. I clothed you. I loved you. And this is how you repay me?
Messing around with these hoodlums?!" Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Uncle-" "SHUT UP!" He held the gun up to Robin's head. Fiona
choked on her words. "No-" "If I have to exterminate the problem, I
will. Calvin tells me you've been meeting this boy at night for the
past, what? Week and a half? Tell me, Fiona... do you love him?"
Her knees were shaking now. She stared at the black haired boy that
she cared for. There was fear in his blue eyes - something she
hadn't seen from him. Daring in spirit, proud in words. And now
here he was - life threatened and he was completely terrified.
"Yes." She whispered finally. Both men looked at her. A cruel smile
played on Glover's lips, while Robin's expression momentarily
lifted. Glover chuckled. He first asked Fiona quietly, "Do you know
how it feels to lose a loved one?" With a loud voice, he invited
anyone else present to answer, "DOES ANYBODY KNOW HOW IT FEELS, TO
LOSE A LOVER?" Rory ducked out of the clearing while Glover wasn't
looking. "I DO!" He continued. "IT HURTS LIKE HELL! BUT IF I HAVE
TO TAKE AWAY SOMEONE SHE LOVES TO KEEP MY WHOLE FAMILY SAFE I
WILL!" "Why would you do this?" Fiona wailed. Glover staggered a
bit. "Tell him good bye, love. Because you won't see him-" Rory
startled them all, tackling him to the ground. "RUN!" He bellowed
as a gun shot rang through the air. Six men were produced from the
woods: Calvin and the rest strangers. Fiona didn't have time to get
a good look at them though, or wonder where they had come from. She
was whisked away from the site before all hell broke loose.
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