"Dreaming again, Douglas? You'd better go and get some wood." Dorell's voice brought me back to reality. I didn't answer, but took my knife and went out of our little cottage in the middle of the forest. In fact, Dorell was my grandfather, but I called him by his name because we had never been close. Maybe a long time ago when I was a child, I loved him, but I don't remember. Ten years ago when I was six, the English came to Scone Abbey to take Lia Fail. All my family had been killed long before that, but Dorell was at the abbey. He is a wizard, he could stop King Edward, I knew it, but he did nothing. He stood and watched as the English king took our stone and carried it away. I can't forgive Dorell for that.

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As I made my way through the forest, the memories of that day flooded back to me. The screams, the chaos, the bloodshed. I couldn't understand why Dorell had stood by and watched as our precious Lia Fail was taken from us. Despite his magical abilities, he had done nothing to protect it.

I found a fallen tree and began collecting wood, trying to push the memories to the back of my mind. But they lingered, taunting me, reminding me of my loss and a deep sense of betrayal.

As I made my way back to the cottage, my thoughts consumed me. How could Dorell have let this happen? How could he have failed to protect our most sacred relic? The bond between us had been broken that day, and I knew it would never be repaired.

I dropped the wood at the doorstep and went inside, not bothering to acknowledge Dorell. He looked at me with a hint of sadness in his eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze. The rift between us was too great, and I knew that forgiveness would never come.