Ewan hesitated, looking at her with confusion. "But I thought...we were..." Ewan dropped his head and got out of the car willingly, but didn't enjoy it. He took off his beanie and stuck it in his back pocket. He watched as they drove off. Ewan really wanted to follow them, but he knew that wouldn't have been the best idea right about now. Ewan sniffled once before throwing his beanie on the ground and walking back toward the kingdom.
Once arriving the cloaking device was let up to reveal the 40 foot gates that guarded the kingdom. He then noticed his father standing on the other side of the gates with the angriest look on his face. Ewan sighed and closed his eyes. Shit, he thought to himself. The gates were lifted slowly. He walked through the giant threshold only to confront his big tall father. Ewan wasn't as afraid as him as he used to be, because he was getting old. Ewan was more powerful than him, the only reason Ewan hasn't overthrown his father yet, because if he tried he'd have to go up against all the guards, knights, and soldiers of the kingdom. No matter how many towns people he'd have on his side his father would still win.
Ewan looked up at his father with a look of innocence. "Uh...hi dad!" he said before his father growled. "What the hell are you wearing? You think I don't know where you've been? I know where you went. It was all over the news. Just because we have old TV's doesn't mean we don't have human cable." Ewan frowned oddly. "What? I have no idea what you're talking about...oh and these? Just clothes that I found in the forest. Thought they were cool so I put them on, haha okay bye!" he said as he began to walk off before being surrounded by guards. "You've disobeyed me for the last time!" he roared. "You're going to be locked in the cellar with the rest of those criminals I put down there...we'll see how they treat you. They would love to get their hands on you. The kin of the horrible person who put them in prison. They're going to tear. you. to shreds...TAKE HIM AWAY!" he commanded before Ewan found himself facing the butt of a bayonette. Ewan was knocked out as quickly as possible.
Ewan felt the cold stone on his back, therefore he knew he was no where nice. He opened his eyes to face a cobblestone ceiling. He rose up to see bars that were holding Ewan in and kept him from getting out. He crawled to the bars quickly and at the point he realized he was stripped naked to only the dirty loincloth each prisoner was given. He looked across the way to notice a tall rough looking man, who was quite muscular and brolly. He recognized this man. He was the man that tried to kidnap and kill Ewan years ago. It was one of his steps in trying to overthrow the king. The man seemed to have been staring at him the whole time he was asleep which freaked Ewan out quite a lot. "Hey there fella," he said in a deep rough Australian accent. "Remember me? I tried to kell you anya daddy, remember!?" The man shook the bars that were keeping him in his cell. "And now tha- you're here, I get to have the honor of killing you with me bare hands yes I do!" Ewan widened his eyes, and backed up to a dark corner of his cold cell in fear. He closed his eyes beginning to think about Elina. The only thing that could keep his mind away from the fact that he was in prison, and there was a very high chance he wouldn't be alive for much longer.