*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

"Hello?" Gwen looked around. "Who's there?" *more moaning* She followed the sound to a large fallen tree. Walking around it, she saw a man lying in the mud. Gwen quickly ran over. "Edwin?!?!" She tried to rouse the unconscious prince, to no avail.
Edwin heard a voice, it sounded like it was coming from inside his head. He saw a sliver of light, then all went dark again.
 
Edwin heard a voice, it sounded like it was coming from inside his head. He saw a sliver of light, then all went dark again.

Gwen kneeled beside him, not caring if her silky yellow dress was ruined. "Edwin. Wake up...please." She shook him lightly. "Edwin. Come on wake up. Edwin?"
 
Edwin groaned. He could barely make out the outline of a woman–was it the woman from his dream? He couldn't tell. He rolled onto his side.
 
:)lau I saw you spelled silky and I was thinking, "that isn't right. It's spelled silkie!" Hahaha. Chicken obsessed)

He opened both eyes. His vision cleared slightly. It was a young woman—it was Princess Gwen! He sat up woozily. "What happened?" He murmured.
 
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"Oh." She let out the breath that she didn't know she was holding in. "I-I dont know. I was just on my was to Edinburgh, and I found you."
 

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