Jon kept tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible would happen that night. He'd celebrated his thirteenth birthday a few hours ago and he'd had a great day, so he should have been sleeping really well, but this uneasy feeling just didn't let him rest. Finally, he sighed and got up, climbing down the cold stone stairwell inside the keep barefoot and dressed in just his nightgown. He was a little surprised to see his father sitting at the root of the old oak that stood in the centre of the courtyard. He too seemed agitated, like he was troubled by some dark thoughts. Not a good sign. "Can't sleep?" Jon asked. Eleothar jumped a little at his son's voice. "Ionathar? What are you doing out here at this time, shouldn't you be sleeping?" he asked, confused. Jon shrugged for an answer. "I had this strange feeling and I just couldn't sleep, so I figured that a little fresh air can't hurt." he said. Eleothar looked at the boy in surprise. Once again, he noticed just how much he looked like him, his face slowly maturing just like his voice, which had recently started to sound deeper and sometimes cracked on him. "A strange feeling, huh? You meen like something bad is going to happen tonight?" Eleothar inquired. Jon nodded, which sent a shiver down his father's spine. Jon had the gift of a near unfailing gut instinct, something that would help him someday when he would be his successor on the eleonian throne. Despite his growing unease, Eleothar attempted not to sound concerned. "Don't you worry, I'm sure everything's fine. Go to bed and I'll see you in the morning." he said, faking a carefree smile. Jon seemed to want to reply, but then he changed his mind. "Good night." he said simply, then he disappeared with one last worried glance.
July 17th, 1213
July 17th, 1213
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