Chapter One

Chapter One

Conor Broekhart smiled as he stepped onto Great Saltee, returning from Glasgow. All his memories returned, him saving Isabella twice, being shot down in his aircraft 'Le Brosse', hiding with Linus Wynter in the tower where he would test all his aircraft. He sighed in relief, glad to be back. He had missed Isabella, and his dad, Declan. His mother, Catherine and his baby brother. His brother was now away though as he was at boarding school. He stepped forward, staring over at Little Saltee, the island that had once been a prison was now covered in fields. The prison was gone, the horrible walls Conor had glared at as he left now seemed peaceful, a place he might have wanted to be.

"Conor?" Asked a voice. He turned away from the island to see the boy who had helped him all those years ago, Uncle. He smiled at Uncle, remembering that he was the one Conor had left to look after the tower.

"How's the tower goin' Uncle?" He asked, noticing the huge grin plastered on the boy's face.

"It's going great," Uncle said, "We've been using it as a clubhouse though. I hope that's okay." Conor merely nodded as he ran past the boy, noticing Linus walking along the wall. He ran up to Linus.

"I always dreamed of hearing those footsteps again," Linus said as Conor drew nearer.

"How'd you know it was me?" Conor asked, confused.

"Remember what I said before you left," Linus said, "Other men look up and down, left and right. But men like us are different. We are visionaries." Conor smiled at the phrase, partly because of the memories it brought back, but partly because of the fact that it was Linus who was speaking.

"It's great to see you again," he told Linus.

"I'd say the same thing if I could see you I suppose."

Stepping into the Castle, he noted how much it had changed. The atmosphere was a lot more peaceful than it had been in the days of King Nicholas.

"Oh, Conor!" Cried a voice. Looking up, he could see Isabella running down the stairs. He immediately ran to her and as they met, they hugged. Without even thinking, Isabella pushed her lips onto Conor's. "I've missed you so much," she whispered.

"I missed you too," Conor replied, looking into her sparkling eyes. He took her hands and she smiled.

"Try to get through the day without me having to have you hung," she joked, bringing back more memories to Conor of his childhood. This was the first time in years that he had recalled life before going to Little Saltee. That was when Bonvilain had turned his world upside down. As if reading his mind, Isabella spoke, "Don't worry, he was found, dead." Conor smiled as he and Isabella began to walk towards his parents house.

Conor looked back at Isabella before knocking on the door's wooden surface. The door immediately swung open, revealing Declan Broekhart. His father immediately wrapped his arms around his son and the queen. Conor and Isabella both looked at each other, smiling before placing a hand on Declan's back.