By Hannah MacDonald
It was the night before the quest. Evelynne was pacing the floor as starlight filtered through the white curtains, creating a soft glow throughout the room. Her plan for the quest was ruined; she had it all set out, and now it was completely derailed.
Evelynne woke to the sun flooding her room with light. She didn’t remember ever going to bed, but clearly she had. Stretching and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she got out of bed to change into clean clothes. She had picked out her outfit the day before; it consisted of an olive green blouse, tan pants and black boots.
One of the maids came in with some fruit and toast, her final meal before she went on her quest. She could barely eat any of the food; her stomach was knotted with anxiety. She still hadn’t figured out how she was going to evade the guard that was joining her on the journey.
After a while of picking at her food, she decided that it was time to say goodbye to her family. She grabbed the few bags she had packed full of food, extra clothes, maps, and other supplies Atticus had said she would need.
Evelynne made her way down the stairs to the dining hall where her brothers and parents would be eating breakfast. Yet again, she took a deep breath before pushing open the ornate golden doors. The doors swung in and the first person to notice was Atticus.
“You’re leaving today?” he asked.
Evelynne nodded and made her way to the table. Her eldest brother Oliver stood up and gave her a hug goodbye. The rest of the family followed suit. Her mother was last in line. She gave Evelynne a brief hug before saying she didn’t think the quest would be successful.
Before she was able to say something particularly spiteful, Atticus offered to walk Evelynne to the stables where the mystery guard was waiting. They left the dining hall and made their way to the courtyard.
The two walked in comfortable silence until Evelynne had built up the courage to ask him the question that was sitting like a boulder on her chest.
“Do you believe what mom says about my quest?”
“Eve, you know I’ll always believe in you.”
She sighed and readjusted the bags that were on her shoulders. The walk felt much longer than usual, probably because she was lost in her own thoughts.
Finally, the roof of the stable came into view. They crested the hill and there he was, cautiously waving hello. The guard. She could recognize his chestnut brown hair anywhere. She hadn’t seen him in at least two years. He was taller now, but it was definitely him: Adrian.
This story is part three of a four part series of The Quest written by Grade 11 student Hannah MacDonald. The first part, Evelynne, was originally published in the May 6 issue, and the second in the May 13 issue. Both can be read on The Times website. The Student Journal is a new section of The Times that showcases the work of the local high schoolers