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Chapter Four It was a cold, windy day the day Jeremiah's body was burned – just another poor victim of the harsh winter they'd barely endured. The amount of crops yielded from the last harvest was miniscule; most of the town's livestock had died. Any food Jeremiah was able to scrounge up went to his wife and daughter. He made sure his family didn't starve; it would be the last thing he ever did. Gwaine's mother was a different story. A few weeks before Jeremiah's death, she'd fallen ill from the cold and her son was the one who had to take care of her. Gwaine did everything he could think of to make her well again. He moved her to Timo

Chapter Three "H-hi, Elen." "Oh, hello, Tobias." "I was m-making this at the bakery and...well, I thought you might like some. But it's okay if you don't! I mean, I'm not going to make you take it if you don't want to..." Elen smiled, but this seemed to make Tobias even more flustered. "What is it?" she asked, examining the contents of the basket he held out. "Well, uh, it's a cake...but smaller. F-for one person." "Oh, they look adorable – like they were made in little cups!" "Y-yes, exactly! I call them cupcakes." "Cupcakes," Elen repeated. "That's an amazing idea, Tobias." The poor boy blushed such a deep scarlet he resembled

Chapter Two "How long do we have to stay crouched like this?" Tori whispered. A moment passed. When he didn't answer, she tried again. "Gwaine? What exactly are we waiting for?" Still nothing. Tori had come to accept that there were two different sides to her friend. First, there was Normal Gwaine who rarely ever stopped talking, laughing, flirting, joking, or getting into fights; could sometimes be found working for Timothy the blacksmith; had no regard for other people's personal space, and who was always smiling – even if it was only with his eyes. This, however, was Serious Gwaine whom she only ever saw while he was hunting (on the

Summary: "I'm Gwaine." "I didn't ask." "Well, I just thought you should know the name of the person you're following." "I wasn't following—oh, forget it!" Gwaine/OC. First chapter features twelve-year-old!Gwaine. (Rated K+) Chapter One Early morning sunlight streamed through the window; it was a fine summer day – a hunting day, Gwaine decided. He slid out of the tiny bed he shared with his mother. The other side was cold, meaning she had already gotten up and left for work – a whole day spent working on other people's farms. Gwaine rolled his shoulders and stretched, his body sore from having to be contorted to fit onto such

On a beach at sunset, a woman lifts her son off the ground by his arms. The child's laughter can be heard ringing throughout the ocean, settling into the sand. In the distance, a group of dolphins break the surface of the water, almost as if they were drawn by the child's voice. The woman's smile falters when she hears the laugh. It is the most magical sound she's ever heard, of course, but that's what makes it unbearable. The fact that it is not only one of the things, but the thing that reminds her of him. The one she loved, the one it destroyed her to stay away from. The one who was torn away from her again and again until the very last t