Ducan's p.o.v
I was woken up by a loud ringing sound in my ear.
I slowly sat upright on the bed and looked at Eleanor who was still asleep.
Not only was I uncomfortable I felt uneasy. I groaned softly then slowly moved to the edge and got up.
"What is it?" I asked huskily knowing that the ringing I had heard was a secret calling from the ancient witch.
"The holy sword." Her response came.
"I'll be there in a minute," I answered calmly.
I was about to move when I heard Eleanor yawn.
"Ducan." She called softly.
I turned and looked at her. She was rubbing her eyes while moving to sit upright.
"Who were you talking to?" She asked in a low tone.
"Iris, she wants to have a word with me about the holy sword," I answered honestly.
"Can I come along?" She asked.
"I think it's urgent, and you have just woken up so...."
"Please." She whispered, cutting me off.
"Fine," I answered feeling defeated.
There was no refusing her when she said please in such a tone.
She moved from the be
