Who is Garrett:

Garrett is a character from Enchantress. He doesn't show up in part one or two but should I ever make Enchantress a book, he would be a crucial character. I do plan to make Enchantress a book by the way, maybe a whole series. Garrett is the captain of the guard and a close friend to Queen Alice the ruthless. He was the last person from Wunder-Laend Aoife ever saw until he later attacked her when she was with Anwyll.

His Pinterest board will soon be released to public eye but for now it remains a secret. That being said: Ask Garrett some questions that will later be answered by him (aka me pretending to be him)

Aoife and I sat in the clearing of the woods. Her cloak fanned out behind her. The little scars on her arms were better. Only scars, not cuts. Her arms were covered in little doodles of flowers and animals. A small smile threatened to light up my face. This girl was too cute to hurt so much. I watched as the sun made her hair look as though it were on fire.

“Anwyll?”

“Hm?”

She picked a blackberry, popping it into her mouth. “I have something important to tell you.”

I met her eyes as an uncomfortable feeling settled in my stomach. The butterflies were gone and knives aflame were piercing my gut. What was going on? Her eyes... I searched for them again only to find she was gone.

“Aoife!” I swayed, desperately grasping at something, anything, to pull myself up. Where is she?

Darkness crept across my vision, a cat ready to strike. I had to stay awake but the pain flared each moment. Did she do this? Was she killing me? She knows enough about plants to poison me and I trusted her enough to eat from her hand and drink from her table. Maybe she isn’t as pure as I thought...

I wrapped my arms around Anwyll. Why are boys so heavy? “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have casted the spell but you ask too many questions! Forgive me, Mellilla.”

Anwyll’s weight only slowed me down. Should I lift the spell so he can run?

“Where did she go!” Garrett snarled.

A quick snap of my fingers and I could get us away... But he could trace the magick.

Anwyll’s weight continued to crush me but I finally got us hidden.

“She was right here and so was that boy! Where are they!” He raged on.

The men grumbled and searched for us. I doubt I’d ever been so grateful for a dead, hollowed tree before, even if the tree was on a hill that we could roll off of any minute.

As if sensing such thoughts, Garrett ordered the tree be moved. Nice going Aoife. A yelp lodged itself in my throat as the tree began to roll, gaining momentum by the second. I clung tightly to Anwyll, hoping he wouldn’t be harmed. The steady tick of my pocket watch seemed to slow as we rolled downhill. I promise, earlier when I thought it’s all down here from now, this is not what I meant!

The tree came to a jolting hault when it ran into something big and sturdy enough to stop us. My very bones screamed as though there were pins and needles were stabbing me millions of times. Shaking my head, I realized the way the tree landed, with me lying on top of Anwyll.

The commotion from above slowly faded to white noise. Should I wake him now or wait a few minutes to be sure they’re gone?

I’m too uncomfortable to stay like this. I blow on his face, allowing silver mist to float down over him. “Wake.”

I hope this works.

Anwyll steadily sleeps on.

“Wake!” I hiss. “Please wake up... Please! I can’t lose you...”

A flicker of movement behind his eyelids.

“Anwyll, wake up!”

Nothing.

“Please! Please! Wake up!” I can hear the desperation in my voice as my body fills to the brim with anxiety. “Anwyll! Please!”

There’s faint movement behind his eyelids but nothing else.

Carefully I climb out the log and drag him out with me. “Anwyll, wake up!” I prepare to cast a spell in order to wake him, “No. I can’t do that... Last time...”

I rear my hand back and slap the boy. His eyes snap open, his hand flying to his cheek. “What the hell!” He shoves me back.

I deserve that.

He stumbles and sways as he tries to stand up. As he falls, I rush to catch him but he catches himself casting me a spiteful look. “Stay the hell away from me.”

My face was on fire from the strike she’d given me. First she tried to kill me then she slaps me! Why did I love this girl! She’s a psychopath!

My legs threatened to give up and the world was spinning much too fast. Aoife reached to steady me. “Stay the hell away from me!” I snapped.

She softly gasped and then back up. Her face full of emotions: pain, misery, betrayal. Her guard flew up and she became stone. It’d taken so long to get her to let her guard down around me and now she’s putting it back up. No wonder. She knows I know she tried to kill me and now she wants to be unpredictable again.

“Stay away, Aoife.” My tone stays stern.

“An...”

“Don’t ‘An’ me!”

She turned and began to walk off.

I tried to smile, knowing I’d won but I couldn’t. There waas this feeling I had. As if my stomach had been cut open, filled with rocks, then sewn shut. Is that why she poisoned me? I lifted my shirt to see several bruises forming but no incisions or stitches. Did she beat me? Why couldn’t I get rid of the feeling in my stomach?

Aoife’s yelp broke the silence of the woods.

Aoife... Before a rational thought could pop into my skull, I ran in her direction. “Aoife!”

“Stop! Leave me alone, Garrett!” Her voice came.

Garrett? Who the hell is Garrett? My calves and thighs burned and threatened to give in.

“Where is the heir?”

“Go find him yourself!”

The heir? My knees buckled just as she was in view. I suppressed a cough as I watched her.

A man stood in front of her, the tip of a sword pressed into her throat. He wore silver chainmail armor with a bleeding heart emblem on the chest. He had long brown hair that stopped at his shoulders. He could be lancelot with brown hair, except I got bad vibes from the dude. He’s up to no good. Of course, I could just feel that way because he has a sword to my girl’s throat.

Several other men stand with him. All in armor similar to his with only one main difference. Their chainmail varied in metal although most were copper.

And Aoife, her hood was off, her cloak was gone completely. Her arms and face are covered in bruises too. Discarded on the ground, her cloak lay only a few feet away from me. I pick myself up, retrieve her cloak, and greet the men.

Aoife remains a blank slate. The man in front of her, narrows his eyes.

“The heir?”

She laughs, a false laugh. “Him? The heir? Please! You got the last heir and he killed himself in Wunder-laend!”

“He could’ve had children he never mentioned.”

“Garrett, I was friends with that heir too. Remember! I was teaching him how to identify Giant Hogweed in Galway when you and your men ripped him away. He hadn’t had children yet!”

The man, Garrett, nodded, “Who is he?”

“Some puny mortal boy I befriended. You took one of my only chances to return home so I decided to make the most of my miserable life and befriend the mortals.”

Puny? Did she just call me puny? “Aoife, I am not puny! You may be taller than I, but I am not puny or weak or anything like that!”

“Anwyll! Shut up!” She snapped.

“You tri-” No sound came. After this annoying occurence of my voice disappearing, I gave up talking.

Garrett smiled, “He looks like the last heir...”

“And my bum is made of chicken.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“No. I’m just saying my bum is made of chicken.”

“You are!”

Aoife scoffed, “Garrett, I assure you, I am not calling you a liar. However, your concern that I am tells me that you, yourself believe you are lying.”

The man didn’t respond.

“Perhaps the stress of finding the heir, despite his death, has begun to take it’s toll on you. Perhaps you should rest a few days.”

Resting sounded amazing right now but I can’t. I need to protect Aoife. I take a step towards her.

“Aoife Gold the Enchantress, I cannot rest until the heir is found. Alice would kill me.”

“No she won’t. Queen Alice is fond of you. Afterall, you are her lover.”

Garrett’s face turned several shades of red and he stumbled back, his sword grazing her neck and collarbone. The cut release a silvery substance.

Silver?

No. Blood is supposed to be red...