Brittn

Eck! its been long enough that i guess Im back at being a newbiew? ? So many old faces and so many new faces...but mostly the old! Ive missed you all my dears and yes, I do hope to start writing some more! But not now, its late....and im not as young as i once was! I just wanted to say Ohia! :teehee: :dance:

The sun was starting to descend in the sky casting warm colors all about, oranges mingling and dancing with pink and purple clouds. Twilight would be coming in a few hours and Riften was one place you didn’t want to be alone at night. Brittn nudged the massive beast onward to a small stable and dismounted. “Well, well. Look what we have here.” A gruff man came walking around the horses flank with a grin. “This is a good lookn' stallion here...how much was he?” The nord stared at her and crossed hisarms over his chest. “He is a family horse, got a problem with that,” she replied with an arched eyebrow. “no saddle, and no, well I guess we can call those reins.” Brittn fingered the makeshift halter and reins, she was proud of them, they were after all made entirely of grass and took a long time to make. “My sister made it, and I lost my saddle. I was sleeping alongside the road and had to get up in a haste. I do not appreciate what your hinting at, and if I were you...well I would back off, considering your talking to a customer.” The nord didn’t buy it, but let up enough to sell an overly priced saddle. Grunting she walked into Riften, to find a shelter of her own knowing that the shops would be closed up for the night. Brittn walked into the Bee and Barn Inn and was welcomed with the heat of the hearth and the smell of sweet rolls, of course there were plenty of stares to be accompanied that set a small chill in the room. “Ah, what is it you want, a sweetroll?” The inn keeper pushed a roll over the counter while Brittn settled down on a stool. She took a bite out of the gooey mess and sighed. Her mother used to make sweet rolls all the time, they were best when her father and her came back from a long hunt. Her father would describe them to the last detail when he knew they were close to the cabin, making her wait and laughing at her while she practically drooled all over herself. “Long journey I take? Humm?” “Yes, I have. I was told that a merchant here has a...claw. I was wondering who this man is?” “Yes....yes. I know who you want. His name is...Brynjolf,” the keeper smiled devilishly and returned to washing the counter. “Brynjolf. Your joking right?” “Why would I lie about something like this? You know who-” “Yes,yes I know who he is.” Brittn placed her hand up and with the other threw down some gold. “Im going to bed now.” “You called me?” A man with a throaty voice came just behind Brittns ear, she didnt need to turn to know who it was. “No I didn't call for you.” “Such a shame, I could have sworn I heard your sweet, sweet voice say my name.” Chills ran up and down Brittns back as Brynjolf placed his hand over hers. “I do need something of you though, so sit?” She yanked her hand away as if it had been burned. “Ah, I knew you would need me one day.” Laughing Brynjolf sat down next to Brittn and took an ale from the inn keeper. “Correction, I don’t need you, I want something you have.” she tossed an annoyed look over to him. “Same thing hon, same thing,” he grinned at her and took a long gulp of his drink. “Now what is it you want?” “You have a claw, and I want it.” She tossed a coin purse down on the counter and watched him weigh it with a whistle. “Well love, where did all this come from?” He arched an eyebrow at her with a wink. “Do you have it or not?” She snatched the purse out of his hand and held tightly to it, knowing his greedy fingers. He pulled a satchel off his back and undid the lacing around it reviling a gold claw. “I want the bag with it.” “Will you be staying here love?” Brynjolf looked around the place and scrunched his nose. “Its better than where you stay...in a sewer.” Brittn cocked her head and jumped off the stool walking right out of the inn. Grinning she held the coin purse in one hand and rubbed her thumb across one of the talons of the claw with her other. Brynjolf would go back to his little hole in the ground and have nothing in his bag but a bunch of sweet rolls, oh how Brittn wished she could be there to see his face. “Come on boy, we have a long night ahead of us.” Brittn mounted her stolen beast and slid the claw into one of the satchels on her new saddle grinning like a fool. Clicking her tongue stallion lunged forward on the road to Whiterun.

so cute! loved it! :D

As promised alooooooooonnnnnnnggggg time ago. Enjoy : D Part 3 Instead of leaving, the next hour Brittniana wonder around Helgen looking for anyone, or anything that might have lived. But there was nothing. Just burnt corpse of what used to be animals and people. The air was still lingering with smoke from the long burnt out fires. And held the sent of burning flesh and wood. It reminded her of how her Papa used to take her out hunting when she was a younger girl. The wood ablaze with the smoke drifting into the trees, mingling in the branches. The fresh game they killed stuck on a stick, roasting in salts and herbs its fragrance making them drool. Papa she would say poking at the embers is it done? He would look down at her and laugh. He would smile down and say the same thing over and over Almost, Britt, almost.Slowly she reached the gate when she saw a small corpse lying mixed with another one that was bigger. A small pang of pity hit her heart, no one deserves to die that young. Ivarstead or Riverwood. Brittniana hadn’t been to either in years, and was sure no one would recognize her. Riverwood was closer, but it was too close to where the dragon attacked, if it attacked again then Riverwood was next, if not Whiterun. Ivarstead was a small town further north into the mountains, a lot further and without any rivers or lakes on the way. She was all ready thirsty and hungry, the only game would be wolves and elk, possibly a cat. By no means was Brittniana ready to take on a saber cat, so Riverwood it was. “By the Nines! Look who we have here.” A woman walked out of a small cottage just as Brittniana entered Riverwood. The Riverwood Trader sign hung off the side swaying gently in the wind, its rusting hooks screeching. “Oh, come on Brittn. You haven’t forgotten me have you?” the Imperial arched an eyebrow over her too familiar green eyes. Camilla Valerius. Some said they could have been sisters, they both had brown hair, green eyes and sharp features that were alluring rather than repulsive or manly. Of course Camilla was more talkative and more dangerous with the boys that Brittn ever could hope to be, but Brittn brought out the adventurous side in Camlilla like she brought Brittn out of her own shell. She had grown a bit but was still rather charming, like always. “Camilla Valeris. Little flower girl.” Laughing Brittn and Camilla embraced. “Oh gods, its so nice to see you. And my, you have grown and have fulled out!” Laughing Camilla pinched Brittn's hips. “Camilla!” Brittn batted at her hands a blush rising. “So I did hear right. The Miss Brittn has returned to us?” Lucan Valeris, Camilla's older brother, walked up to the girls with a big grin on his face. He was hansom, no longer a boy that she had played with, but now a strong man. Still, she could see that little boy in him that she left all those years ago. He had the same eyes as his sister, the Valeris trade mark. “She is right, Brittn. You have grown.” A faint glint of light flashed in his eyes lingering in hers, but soon was gone as fast as it appeared. “Brittn, will you be staying for a while? You know, we have room if you like.” Camilla looked eager, at her eagerly and why shouldn't she, they hadn’t seen each other in years. “I am now.” She smiled at Camilla who lit up and looped an arm around her waist dragging her into the the cottage, laughing and giggling like they used to. “NO! You will not leave this house to go on one of you silly little adventures. Camilla, do you know what Faendal and Sven would do to me? They both wou--...” “Faendal AND Sven? Really Camilla? I knew you had charm, but two at a time?” Brittn laughed as Camilla shook her head holding back a smile. “And Lucan, you really think they could do anything to you? I mean...oh yeah, that’s right you are you.” Camilla burst into laughter as Brittn winked at him getting a jug of water. “She does have a point...”, Callilla said pointing at her brother an eye brow arced, “You may look built, but your just bones and skin.” Camilla pinched at his cheeks that were flushed red as snowberries. Lucna glared at her while he went to busy himself outside. Brittn cocked her head at Camilla who was pondering something, “so what is it he doesn’t want you to do now? Breathing air I assume?” Camilla giggled and shook her head, grabbing a mug of water also and sitting next to Brittn by the fire. “You remember that claw. The one my father gave Lucan,” Camilla glanced up at her sheepishly, “it was stolen.” “What? Why, everyone knows how much that claw meant to you two. Who would do such a thing.” Brittn stood up in disgusted, it was probably some lowlife bandit wanting to get rich. “You don't have any idea?” Camilla shifted uneasily and started rubbing her hands in her lap. “Camilla....” “We might know where. But I cant go and Lucan wont go. It just sits up there, glaring down at us, makes me sick you know.” Camilla looked at Brittn, her eyes misty. “Show me, and I promise, I will kill who did this, and find that claw.” Quickly the two walked outside. “You can take the bridge down there and follow the trail to the left. It will take you to Bleak Falls.” “Wait, wait. Bleak Falls?” Brittn looked at Camilla who nodded probably thinking she would back out. “Brittn, you must! Please! I don't...” “I already have,” Brittn smiled proudly at Camilla. “____You___ have it?” Camilla looked at her with lost eyes. “I went up there about a year ago, killed some bandits and got the claw and some tablet....” Brittn looked at Camilla uneasy, butterflies swarming in her stomach. “Well....” she arched her eye brows a hand resting on her hip, something Camilla did when she became impatient. “I don't have it,” Brittn quickly added that it was at her home in Solitude when she saw her face become red with anger. “Cam, I swear, I had no idea it was yours. I guess that's why I never sold it,” she shrugged her shoulders and promised to bring it back as soon as she could. “Now how am I going to get that damn claw back?” Brittn mumbled to the river outside of Riverwood. She couldn’t even remember where she was two days ago let alone a year, all she remembered was getting some really good gold off of it and nothing off of some stone tablet she got with it. The wind started to pick up making her shiver and bring her arms close to her, she sighed as she got up to walk onto Whiterun. She played with a coin purse that Camilla gave to her to get a ride to Solitude and for food. It wasn’t really Brittn's fault, it was hard being her. No place to live, barely any money to get food let alone a sword to defend herself on the roads. “Hi, can I have a ride to Solitude?” Brittn asked a man who was busy cleaning his horse. He looked over at her and smiled showing rotting teeth. The horse was a stunning black stallion, much like Prince was, but this one was not as fat. “Of course. Its been a while since a pretty lady has come my way,” he winked at her and took the money. They talked the whole ride up to Solitude stopping only to eat or to rest. “So whats a pretty lady like yourself doing out here? Looking for adventure? To kill some wild game? Join up with the Imperial Army?” “To find a lost relic of a dear friend's of mine. I found it a while back in a cave then sold it, the thing is I don’t know where I sold it.” She looked a the man helplessly, Camillia and Lucan was all she had left, she couldn’t go back empty handed. He looked at her a look of pity in his eyes. “So what it look like?” “Its gold, a golden claw. I means the world to them, their father gave it to them a year before he passed. And I just sold it....I had no idea it was theirs, honestly I didn't.” “Well you don't need to convince me, but I think I might know what your talking of. I heard there was a merchant out in Riften trying to sell it. No one wants it because hes asking too much, but you, you might be able to lower the price?” He said lowering he voice and winking at her, a knowing smiled spread across her lips. “I’m sure I could, but I don’t have the money to get to Riften.” “I'm sure we could come to some, deal?” He looked at her with such lust it made her want to throw up, he leaned into her, not knowing that she grabbed his dagger from his belt. “y-y-yo-you bit-” she sliced his neck mid sentence after stabbing him in the gut. Really she didn't stab him, he just wasn't aware of his surroundings, and the last part she just put him out of his misery. So she honestly was a saint rather than a murderer. “Damn fool.” Climbing up to the driver's seat she led the horse off the road and into some wooded area. She unsaddled the horse off the carriage and grabbed her money off of the now dead man, and anything else that could be of use. She hosted herself onto the stallion and petted his neck, clicking she urged him out of the woods and back onto the road. “Well, looks like I can take off buying a horse, now all I need is the saddle.” She kicked the beast onward to Riften. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Decided now would be a good time to shorten the name ^^.

Timeless It was early that morning, the birds were singing their morning songs and bathing in bird baths close to the home. Trees were now full of life just brought back from the dead of the winter and lush and green through the spring now ready for the start of summer. Pecan trees were dripping with their treats for the small animals that passed their way. Lillian paced in her grand Georgian home, biting her fingernails a trait that her mother would frown upon, as would most other women in her society. She would only do it when she was nervous or on edge, her mother would slap her hand if in the privaticy of their home, or if in public she would grab her elbow and squeeze until Lillian would stop. Her mother was like that, cold and harsh, but she did what she had to do. Lillian came from a poor family and had a not so good breeding. So off to boarding school she went and when she was home, it was still as if she were at school. Her mother judging her every move, criticizing her looks and words. If someone thought about it or even cared to, they would see that the woman didn’t even care that Lillian was her daughter, but instead a horse that was to be sold. “Misses, are you ready?” An elder woman with kind eyes looked up at her, but never directly in the eye for too long. It was sad though, their eyes were warm and inviting even with everything they had to live with. “Yes. I was hoping for the yellow today. Its so lovely by the river.” “Misses, yer not thinkn' 'bout goin down in de river is you?” Ruth looked up at Lillian with her eyebrows raised her eyes exited for the scandals thing Lillian might do. All Lillian could do was smile and blush deeply as Ruth roared in a hearty laughter. “Oh Lordy! Misses, you wou'nt!” “But Ruth! Its so hot, and the river, it just looks so nice. You wouldn't tell, would you?” Lillian looked at Ruth worry making her heart skip a beat, but calming when she saw Ruth shaking her head while laughing. “Evin if you did Misses, yer out in de middle of no wheres. Whos gonna see ya?” Ruth patted her shoulder as Lillian slipped into the long dress. Its silky smoothness clung to her exposing her arms and most of her chest. It had a small train in the back and a huge yellow hat that came with it Lillian walked down to the river that strung its way by her home. Twisting and turning every which way until it was no longer able to be seen. Disappearing into the great unknow. Lillian walked by it plucking a flower now and then to smell its sweet fragrance then twining the stems together making a small crown. She had seen many mothers do it before but never her mother. Her mother would be miles away sucking dry every last penny her father left after his death. She didn’t even call for Lillian after his death, she found out from Ruth who came to visit her a Christmas after. Lillian wished Ruth was her mother, she wished it often. Lillian didn't care about the color, just the color of Ruth's eyes. How they would warm up when Lillian would scrape her knee and she would rock her telling her how Lillian would be fine. It was always Ruth who was there, comforting her when she was sick or unhappy. Most would have said it was just because Ruth was a slave, but she always thought different. “Ma'am. What ever are you doing out here?” Lillian looked up startled by the sudden interruption of her thoughts. He was tall and dark haired. He had twigs and leaves sticking out and loose strands. He hadn’t shaven it what seemed to be a long while. His clothing was tattered and dirty, his fine brown boots were muddy and caked with dirt. He didn't seem to care at all what kind of condition he was in. For certainty it should have been her to ask what it was he was doing out in the woods. “I beg your pardon sir?” “What are you doing out here all alone Ma'am, are you lost?” “Am I lost? No, but it seems you are.” Lillian gasped at her own rudeness, her mother for sure would have given her eyes that could kill her. Lillian looked down in utter embarrassment, watching her blush creep up her neck in the rivers reflection, hurriedly she mumble out to him.“I’m truly sorry Sir, please forgive me.” “Forgive you?” The man looked at her a laughed shaking his head. “No, no. I am lost actually.” He smiled at her, still hiding his laughter at her embarrassment. Lillian kept looking down at her self, thinking if she stared long enough that she might be able to will the blush away that only seemed to deepen in color. “Ma'am is your husband home. I wou-” “I'm not married.” Lillian shook her head placing her hands over her face to cover up what was surly now the color of the red bricks of her home, again he just laughed the matter off asking for her father. When she replied that he was dead and that her mother was away, he just started at her. “Do you mind if I may boldly ask if you could show me the way to your home.” He started to trip over his words when he saw her look of bewilderment. He was asking her to take him to her house, just after finding him in the woods, well after he found her. But he must have been mad to ask a lady that. Then again what lady walks in the woods by a river all alone. “I suppose it would be no harm. But I do hope you know, I can scream loudly and can run very fast. As it looks that you are weak and tired, I'm sure you know it would be very easy to outrun you in your state.” Lillian arched her eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest raising her chin ever so slightly. He looked at her and smiled, throwing his hands up in the air and waling slowly to her chuckling a little when she took a few steps away from him. “Wouldn't dream of it Ma'am.” With that he started hard into her eyes, now she could see that his were a lovely brown rich and dark. There was almost something luring about them. A blush crept back up, how easily it was for him to do this to her was frustrating. Out of all the men she knew, not one could make her falter or feel foolish, but some stranger that she knew only but a few moments could. Grunting with annoyance she pressed on to the house, him following behind. “Ruth! Ruth!” Lillian's voice rang out to her maid who was no where to be seen. Then just as Lillian was starting to feel worried, the elder woman came rushing out of the house. “This is Mr.-” Lillian racked her brain to remember his name, when she remember she didn't know it at all. She looked to this man hoping he could read her eyes and he could. Anthony Felton. “Can you make sure Mr. Felton feels at home?” “Yes, Misses. I sure will. Oh, you got yer self a letta from de Mrs. Post. I set it in yer room. Come now Mr. Felton. I be showin you to yer room.” As Ruth passed by she winked at Lillian, sending a small smile to her lips. When she finally reached her room she collapsed into her bed. She hadn't even been gone long enough to be tired but she was. Just thinking about Mr. Felton sent chills up her back. But they were not of fear but rather of warmth that she knew she should not feel. She could see his eyes, and though he said he wouldn't dream of her, she liked to think other wise. Rolling over she felt her mothers card underneath her. She didn’t want to ruin her one moment she had of joy, but she thought and hoped her mother would say that there was no man in Boston that in his right mind would marry her. And that she was coming home to wait before she went back out in search of this long lost man. Lillian opened the letter and traced the lines, the black ink becoming a blur. Dear Lillian, I have found a man here in Boston who is willing to call upon you. He has agreed to stay a while with us before he goes to London. Be on your best behavior when we come, and do try to look appropriate if at all pretty. Reguards, Mrs. Chaple Mrs. Chaple, not even mother, just her name. Lillian dropped the letter in the fire place that would burn that night. Chuckling sadly Lillian pressed her face against the cool window. Oh Mr. Felton, it never would have worked anyways. So I was looking around Google for some writing prompts and found a great place. ( http://www.seventhsanctum.com/generate.php?Genname=writechallenge ) Anyways some of us...we two of us thought it would be fun to do a story tonight. And I couldn't decide what to do so she picked one for me.::: The story starts on a river. The story takes place a century in the past. During the story, there is a letter delivered. So here is what I did. I left it so that if I wanted I could keep writing, but I don't know. You tell me.

He stood at the top, all his work finally paid off. He worked so hard for this moment. To hear nothing from the background to know that people were watching in awe and fear of him. He was finally tasting what true power was, the flavor was bursting and flaming. Looking down at his reflection a small crooked grin spread from the corners of his mouth. Grey clouds were starting to roll in, the low rumble of thunder lingered longer and longer. Small droplets of rain fell from the sky and rolled down the boys body. Caressing and kissing his warm body leaving a trail of coolness. Without a second glance and without a thought to pull him back, he jumped. Everyone told him that falling was the worst thing. That falling off your pedestal was the worst thing that could happen. That when you reached the bottom that you were too hurt to try to climb back up. That your ego was bruised beyond repair, and that some people found it harder to go on. BUT, what if they were wrong. Is it so bad to fall, when you did it? Is it so bad to jump into the waters of the unknown? And once you fall into these waters, why do you have to come back up? Why is it that you surface to the air to watch the rest smirk down at you like your the crazy one? Or why do you sink, why? Why is it so hard to think that if you keep swimming and never look back that you just might be better off? With the questions raging inside his head he hit the cold water. It took him by surprise and chilled him to the bone. Opening his eyes was useless, the water was dark and blurry. Trying to find which way was up he spun around and around swimming aimlessly. Then his hand reached out. The cool rain was hitting it beckoning him out and up. Spinning around he saw the dive board a tiny figure in the distance. He was lighter than he had ever been, and a giggled escaped his lips. Soon he was roaring in laughter and thrusting his fist in the air. He won, not them. He did it, not them. He took his life back, like the arms of a mother after finding a lost child. He didnt know where he was going and had no idea, nor didnt care to think about, what was around him. All he knew was he was free, and was above the influence. He did pity them, the people he left behind; for they were never going to know what it felt like to fall.

This Day- Inspired by Sebastian Larsson - Into The Dark To get a better feel play the song while reading, or before. To get even better affect play Into the Dark, while also in another tab playing RainyMood. (should be the first to come up on youtube.) It captures what I feel of the story perfectly. Enjoy :3 There it was. The gong of the grandfather clock. Telling the people in the crowded foyer that it was time to go. To go say goodbye one last time. To know that its over and done. In suite the men and women flooded out of the old church with their children in hand. Grasping onto what life that they could find in their miserable state. Their heads are low and somber, eyes downcast and shield with unshared tears, the hands of death holding each of them. Gray clouds cloak the sky, keeping the sun from sharing its warmth and hope. Keeping its life and joy hidden and locked up tight. A cold breeze shocking people, brings them from their deep thoughts, brings them from their tiniest sliver of memories and back into the world. Where reality is all there is. Drops of rain fall from the sky slowly then faster, like the tears that each person wants to shed, buts feels as if it would be wrong and that keeping it in will help make things easier. So the rain runs, down peoples skin and soaking into the black cloth that everyone wore and was burdened with. Black veils, black gloves, black hats, black dresses and black suites that sadly held drooping black ties. Black trees and black birds. A broken black cobble stone path to a bleak grave site. A black casket on a hill waiting for the crowd of black to come, to send it off into the misery of a dark black hole. Though this is the one day that came every day in everyone's life, whether they wanted it to or not. Whether they forced it to come or if it came like a thief in the night. But it was a day where they did not have to feel alone, but still in some way they did. The feeling of disconnect and lonesomeness. Were fear creeps in and embraces the body holding tight and letting nothing in or out. This is the day were everything is slow and steady, measured; each step forced, each step harder to take. This is the day were it is painful to look down into the eyes of a new born. Knowing that the innocent twinkle in the eyes will leave and will be replaced with the knowledge of the evils in the world. That these eyes will no longer stare in wonder at someone, but will soon stare in a reflection and wonder why they are not someone else's eyes. Why these eyes are staring into deep blue eyes instead of rich dark brown eyes. And they will wonder why they are alone looking into themselves and not gazing into the eyes of a knight that will save them from hurt and sorrow. But the child is in the state that every man envies. The time where the world is theirs and they have time. They are in an utter bliss, surrounded by ones who say they are perfect, beautiful and will be everything. This child knows nothing of death, and how no mater your looks or wealth or knowledge, it will find you. The child knows not about how it will hunt you down and destroy everything. But it will. And woefully it will know before another man knew; sooner than anyone would wish. Just messing around with a thought I have been playing in my head. You know how people can look at a piece of art work and come up with a wild crazy story? Well I tried that, and now Im trying something new. Something I have been thinking, and well have always thought. Music. Music is my world and my everything. You know of this idea too, you do it all the time. Put on some music and go into your own world? Well this is what I have done. I have gone into my world and brought out what I could. To share with you. This is to learn about me and my style as I learn and study the art of literature. I believe that when you write it come from within, if it dose not then its not art, its just words typed out or written down. So as I learn more about me, I hope that you also do the same. Find a song that you like and write like crazy. If you would like and if you do do this, do post here.

Chapter 2 “agh!” Brittniana blinked her eyes against the dark night, trying to make out where she was. She lifted her hands up to her forehead hoping that the touch would somehow sooth the throbbing. Instead of it helping she winced in pain at the touch. A cut was on the side of her forehead, the blood had dried long ago and left its mark all the way down to her neck and in her hair. Slowly she sat up; looking around she saw what was left of houses and people all over the place. Rain started to drizzle as if the heavens were mourning the deaths of so many innocent lives. Brittniana tried to sit up but fell back down with a thud. “Well it looks like I'll be crawling from here on out,” she said to the rain. She rolled onto her knees trying to keep balance but fell face first in the mud. Spitting out mud a blood she crawled around until she reached the closest shelter. The door was still open but there was a mound of mud, wood, and rock on the steps blocking the door frame. She looked one more time around her, but all the other doors were either surrounded by some fire still ablaze or was also blocked. Balancing, she crawled onto the rocks and pulled herself up. When she reached the top of the mound she slipped and came tumbling down and busted her forehead back open. “Damn it!” She blinked back stars that decide to flash in her eyes blinding her. A little bit of blood trickled its way down her cheek, leaving behind warm kisses, tears mingling with it. Looking down at her bound hands she saw a small piece of sharp rock. Grunting she threw it down. “Useless,” she murmured, sliding backwards against a wall. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Brittn! Thomas!” A Slender breton cam running out of a small cottage just outside of Riverwood. Her muddy brown hair was trailing behind her. She reached the two a brought them in a deep embrace. “You have been gone so long, and with the storm coming. I thought...” the woman trailed off at the touch of her husband. Her Thomas. He cupped her pale face in his rough hands, and kissed her on the forehead. “Baretta. My dear Baretta, do you really think the gods would take apart such a wonderful family.” Thomas smiled and opened his arms, inviting Brittnaia in for a hug. “Its ok mama. Were ok.” Brittniana buried herself deeper in the hug and looked up at her beautiful mother's green eyes, a wide smile on her face. Her mother smiled down at her brushing Brittniana's unruly hair out of her face, but said nothing. “So what have you brought us today, eh?” Baretta said after a moment. Brittniana grinned at her and bounced away to fetch a rabbit off of Prince, their massive black stallion. “ I killed it myself mama! Papa said he didn't think I could, did ya Papa,” she looked to the fair haired nord who shrugged and looped a arm around his wife. “But I did! Didn't I Papa. 'Nice and steady. And Breath evenly.' That's what Papa said, and I did. And I got it!” Brittniana was breathless and could hardly contain herself. It was her first hunt with her Papa and she did better than she or her Papa ever thought she could do. “I think we might have a huntress in the family, my dear,” Thomas beamed down at his daughter and planted yet another kiss on his wife. Brittnaina giggled at the open affection and was soon swooped up by her father. “My huntress!” Thomas threw her in the air and caught her, he did this over and over while walking into the cottage, Baretta closely behind laughing as her child flew in the air and screamed with glee. ____________________________________________________ “Brittn! Brittniana! Wake up my child!” Brittniana woke to her Papa shaking her relentlessly. “Papa wha....” Thomas quickly covered her mouth with his hand, with a wild look in his big blue eyes he hastily whispered to her to be quite and grab her dagger. “But Papa, whats wrong?” Brittniana followed him with her eyes as he paced deep in his thought. “Hush!” He waved his hand at her while he paced, he twisted his ring and watched her; not really her but through her. He stopped and sighed, rubbing his eyes fervently. Shaking Brittniana looked behind her, trying to see what he saw. And there is was, if she had blinked she wouldn’t have seen it. “P-pa-pa, what is that?” She shot out of bed and ran to the window, but was slammed down on the ground. “Papa, where is Mama?” The look he gave her felt as if an arrow pierced her heart. His blue eyes were red and rimed with tears, his cheeks soaked. He scooped her up and slid over to the wall cradling her. Whispering some jumbled up words.“Papa?” He wasn’t looking at her, he was looking beyond her, down the hall, to the end of the cabin. Before Brittniana could think she lept out of his arms and was running to the end of the hall way, Thomas equally surprised ran after her. Just as she entered the kitchen a wolf burst through the door. She didn’t scream but stopped and looked at it. Its large black eyes pierced through her, as if they knew everything there was to know and then some. Her breath shorted, and fear was replaced by curiosity. She lifted her hand to it but ranked it back when its head fell to the floor. Her father stood there with is sword dripping with the fresh blood, a look of awe glistening in his eyes. Another wolf rushed in an lunged at Thomas, but he easily slid his sword into its stomach and out through its back, the wolf yelped in fear and agony before it hit the ground lifeless. She ran to the end of the hall way as more wolves came in knowing that her father could handle them. AS she reached the doorway she felt a cool breeze. The window was opened, no it was shattered, the glass littered the floor, but that wasnt what she was looking at. She couldn’t tear her eyes off the floor. Couldn’t tear her eyes off her mothers limpness body, couldn’t look away from the outstretched hand waiting to be saved from what was killing her. Brittniana took one forced step in front of another, eyes locked on her mothers hand. She collapsed there picking up her hand holding it in hers. How cold it felt against hers, and how limp it truly was. The creamy paleness now seemed frighting, and not comforting like it used to be. Her green eyes that used to be filled with joy and love were lifeless. Empty. Brittniana closed them, tears streaking down her own face. Looking up she couldn’t help but feel a little pride. The room was a mess, the bed was upside down, the paintings were on the floor in pieces, tables were knocked over, bowls were shattered, and on everything there was blood. “You fought hard Mama. You really did.” It was a raspy whisper, so soft Brittniana could barely even hear it. “Get out of here!” Brittniana shot her head up at the sound of her father. He wasn’t yelling at her, but someone else. She crawled across the floor and peeked out the door to see who it was that her father was yelling at. He was blocking the other man so he couldn’t come down the hall, but also the man was hidden from her eyes. “You killed them! Haven’t you done enough?” Desperation was dripping off of every word, but what did he mean by them, only her mother was dead.She leaned out further to her, but nothing was heard from the man; he just smiled. A mile that froze her blood and her whole being to the core. “No!” In a blitz second Brittniana saw her father transform. His fur was unlike the others, theirs were different shades of browns, but his was a soft gray. “Get. Out. Now.” She heard him say, oddly without him even moving his mouth, it was as if it came from...No, that was impossible. Him being a wear, far out but also possible, hearing him inside her head, no, it couldn't be. “Looks like we have company, Thomas.” The man's grin spread wider across his face, and seemed even darker. She fell back on her heels away from the door sucking in her breath. Regrettably she peeked back out, and the man was watching and waiting. “Hello, my dear. Your going to enjoy this.” With that evil smile, the man sliced her fathers neck, before he could even blink. At first she didn’t even think it happened, but it did and her father was on the floor reaching out to her, his blood draining out of him. “Papa!” A scream ran out her mouth before she snapped it closed. With her heart pounding she ran to her mother and ripped off a necklace. She flew out the window to the garden, running faster than she ever did to their small stable, looking in everything was dead. All the goats, chickens, oxen even the dogs, but Prince; he was still alive. “Oh dearie, where are you going?” A flash of lightning shot into the stables from the mans hands. Again he did it, but from the other hand. This time he hit a beam, making it crash beside her. He did it to the other one on the other side of her, a sinister laugh coming from the back of his throat. She jumped side to side each time a little yelp escaping from her mouth. “Please!” Tears were pouring now, fear was taking over. The blood was rushing in her veins and pulsing in her body. She was shaking all over her heart pounding and slamming into her ribs. She looked around for a way out, any way. “You know dearie, this is fun. Don’t you think? If I let you live...you can be like me. You want to be like me?” He looked down at her, a sincere question he was asking her. “You see, you are supposed to be dead, from a loooong time ago.” He drew out his 'o' and widened his arms for effect. “But I can help you, I can take you under my wing and teach you my ways. Wouldn’t that be fun?” “You mean....killing people?” “Yes! It is so much fun, I see something in you. Something that given the right attention, could make you famous. Give you riches and joy.” “You killed my mother and my father! Why would I want to help you?” Brittniana stood up, crying. “Well, I did kill your father, but your mother...no. I had someone else do that.” He looked down a look a pain flashed in his eyes, but just as quickly it was gone. “I would never kill Baretta,” he said something afterwords but it was too low for her to hear. “Your right, I will enjoy killing things. And you will be my first.” Before he could lift his head, Brittniana shot an arrow in his chest. Watching him stare at her in shock and then looking back down to his chest. He fell down on his knees and rolled over on his side gasping for air in vain. “I did enjoy that,” she breathed. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Papa!” Panting, Brittniana looked around her for that evil grin. It was all a dream. Just a dream. Crying she brought her bound hands to her chest and took out her mothers necklace. “Im sorry,” she whispered. Brittniana saw something in the corner her eye, a small piece of metal was in the dirt on the other side of the room. With out thinking she rolled to the other side and grasped it. “A dagger!” She screeched with joy as her hands were cut loose. “The gods are looking out for me after all,” she remarked sarcastically. Nearby, in one of the houses was a chest full of clothing, sure that the spirits would forgive, she put the pants and top on and was on her way out of Halgen.