“Oooooooohhhhhhh”, said a voice. It was soft and sweet.
Hiawain followed the sound to a girl sitting on a bare, scratchy rock.
She was wrapped in a white shawl.
“Hello?”, Hiawain called.
The girl turned around and hopped onto the ground. “Hello, I am Belle.
What’s your name?”, the girl said, wondering if he was a suitor.
“Hiawain. Wait... You're the peacemaker’s daughter!”.
“In fact”, she said in her sweet, calming voice, “I am.”
“Have you heard of my father?”, Hiawain asked, hoping to hear he escaped the fire caused by Toneadone and his subjects.
“Yes”, she said, but her voice had a sad note to it. “Your father died in the fire. He was praying right to the end, praying for you and your safety.”.
“I-”, Hiawain broke down into tears, sounding so sad that Belle wished
she hadn’t shared the news. Hiawain noticed that Belle was watching him and wiped the tears off his face. “Don't tell anyone you saw that”, Hiawain said, very embarrassed. Hiawain saw a shimmering white shape on the clear, slightly waving water. It was the ever famous white stone canoe. Hiawain, all sadness forgotten, ran out to the canoe and hit the water running.
“Hiawain, no-”, cried Belle. But she was too late.
Hiawain was stuck in the dense mud under the water, and he fell
forward into the water.