I found myself, oddly placed in the library of my home. Knowing myself as never fond of books, I came there out of sheer boredom of the billowing sun outside, casting flickering shadows upon the large, white house in which I was placed. Yes, my name is Destiny Nelson.
It is very quiet around my home now. My older brothers, Darrin, and Flint signed as first regiment in the continental army. I miss them. I miss how they'd hold me when I would be sad. My fondness for them will always last, even if they are killed. But I will honor them closely, proud to be their younger sister. Although I am 17, my mother Natalia insists that I stay at home. I insure her all the time I can defend myself on my own if I was ever attacked by the British in some kind of ambush. She probably doesn't trust me. I have two words for you all…"Sneak" and "Out".
My father had died five years ago, but my memory of him will glimmer in my heart. He was my role model. He taught me all about war tactics, weaponry, and self-defense. I never got the chance to make him proud.
I walked slowly, bare-footed down a small road along a creek, a little while away from my home. The sun glinted off the clear water, reflecting onto the trees, like crystals in the light. My bright gold hair hung in my face lazily. It was a school day, but my mother didn't want me to go, thinking I'd be captured. I can do anything that I please, since she is always gone on some business, so I have the house to myself almost the whole time.
My eyes stayed on the path ahead of me, but strayed when a large group of men on large horses came down the path. They stood tall, towering over me in green, and red uniforms. I stopped and stepped back, looking to each and everyone of them. I was mildly intimidated as one glared down at me, his icy eyes staring me down. I will never forget those eyes. Like the chilling grip of death to one's throat. Though his stare slightly softened when we met eyes, but his expression remained hard as stone. I couldn't talk, my throat was dry. I wouldn't know what to say anyway, having known my mother had told me much of them. His men stayed silent, but his look remained sharp, and fierce, making no match to my blank expression up to them. He moved suddenly, and his expression flared cold. Two men came over to me, and I looked to them, stepping back, but they grabbed me, bringing my arms behind my back, making me feel paralyzed. I couldn't move suddenly, and they kept a firm grip on my arms. I looked back up to the leader one, and his smug expression disgusted me. "What do you want!?" I screamed, struggling. He gave me a smart look, one that annoyed the hell out of me. "Just answers". The two men moved me to a horse and forced me up, one of them jumping up behind me, still holding a tight grip onto my arms. I couldn't do anything, I was full of fury, and fear at the same time as we made our way down the road.
We finally stopped, far in the countryside, in a large building, surrounded by a tall wood fence. They closed the gate doors behind us and they let me down. I ran fast to the gates, banging hard on it, not noticing the bruises on my wrists on my arms after they pulled me away. They took me into the building, and set me down on a large silky couch in the main room. I glared up at them, but as the leader came in, I studied him, keeping the mad look on my face. He looked down on me, his annoying, smug look, and his threatening blue eyes on me. "I am Lieutenant Colonel William Tavington". I gripped the arm rest of the couch tight, still studying him closely, and I looked back up into his eyes. His ruthless, but passion driven blue eyes glinted. "And you are?" I was in another world, but I snapped out of it once he spoke again. "Destiny…Nelson". I breathed out my words, my eyes flicking around the room. It was blue, with much furniture, and pictures, and very formal. He signaled the other men to leave, and turned, walking to a small table with crystal glasses, filled with liquor. I was about to make a quick dash for the door until he turned again, looking me up and down. "What are you going to do with me?" I asked full of fear, desperate for an answer. "It depends upon what you are willing to tell us, and if it's good…" He took a drink of the brown liquid on the glass slowly, looking out the window. I stood quickly, and his stare turned back to me. My fists were clenched hard. "If you want answers, you'll have to try pretty damn hard" I stepped back slowly, and he set his glass on the table slowly as if he didn't care. She casually walked over, and in one fluid motion grabbed my wrist, twisting it hard, bringing tears to my eyes. I yelled, and remembered what my father had taught me. I twisted back, bringing my hand up to his chest. He just grinned, and grabbed my upper arm. "A fighter are we?" I rolled my eyes, clenching my hand on his wrist as hard as I could, even though it didn't do much good since he had black, leather gloves on. He squeezed my arm tight, and I slapped him hard, making him release the grip. My hair had fallen out of the loose bun on the top of my head, bringing down my curly blonde hair. He looked to me, a fiery expression in his eyes. I got scared, not knowing what to do, so I grabbed the bottle of liquor, and bashed it against the table, leaving a large, spiky piece of glass in my hand, ignoring the small slices on my wrists, blood peering out of them. "If I have to, I will kill you". He stood up straight, and slowly walked over, again grabbing my wrist, and like a flicker of lightning, taking the piece of glass out of my hand, and up to my throat. I froze, staring down at the glass, poking at my neck. His threatening stare was held only a few inches away from my face. He was close. My eyes flicked, studying his face. "It would be your own fault if I had to kill you. You'll live through this, only if you cooperate." I nodded slowly, as his hand, held still a crushing grip on my wrist. He left me with a small warning, a light scratch across me neck, swelling slightly, and small dots of blood showing through, but clotting easily. He let go quickly, and walked to the window, staring out. I looked down at my wrists, bruised, and bloody, and covered in liquor, making my skin sting. "You are experienced in combat…How so?" His voice softened, as if nothing had happened. "My father taught me." I walked over to him slowly, stopping a foot away from him, looking out of the window also. I thought to myself, that, if he wouldn't hold a grudge, then he couldn't be violent all the time. He turned to me slowly, and I looked into his eyes. My plain green eyes, were no match to his. He lifted his hand, and touched a small bit of my curly hair that had strayed from my face. "I won't hurt you, if you don't hurt me." I couldn't help but let a soft smile curl into my lips. His gloved hand moved down to my face, lightly touching my cheek. I didn't know what to think. I suddenly looked away, turning, and making am bring his hand down. I looked out the window, just as two other men came through the gate. They certainly looked important. Tavington touched my arm, and I turned to him. "Come, you must come meet Lord Cornwallis." He turned and walked to the door, unlocking it, and I followed after.
We came to a larger room, where the two men were standing. The first one, had a kind look in his eyes. The other one, well, the other one just looked kind of like a frog to me, but was younger. "So, Colonel Tavington, what have you brought in this time" the older man asked, looking to me. "This is Destiny. I found her out, a couple miles off of black swamp. I curtsied, remembering my manners, and smiling. "I am General Lord Cornwallis, and this is General O'Hara" He smiled kindly, glad he wasn't a bitter man. I looked O'Hara, and curtsied again, and he bowed back, a smug little frog smile on his face. "Now, Tavington, you go show her to her quarters, I have important business to attend to." Tavington nodded, and lead me to my room, a small area with a window looking out onto a large field facing the front part of the gates. There was a medium-sized, basically two person bed near the window, and a long mirror on the wall, next to a large wardrobe, with a small rocking chair in the corner of the room. I looked around the airy little room, and looked out the window. He stood near me, and I looked back to him, slightly tilting my head up to him. I turned, facing him. "I'm sorry about the slap." I bit my lip lightly, looking down. He brought his hand up, and placed it under my chin, bringing my look back up to him. "There's nothing to be sorry for. You had a reason to." There was a pause for a minute, and his gaze was kept to my eyes. "Your are very beautiful" I half smiled, looking down, but back up. He brought his face close to mine, and brushed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes, but opened them again, thinking to myself quickly, I'm here, with a man, who kills innocent people, and destroys their homes. I stepped back, and he opened his eyes, giving me a puzzled look. I couldn't say anything, but when I was about to, he turned to the door, and looked to me, a deepness in his eyes, and walked out, shutting the door behind him slowly. I folded my arms across my chest loosely, and sighed lightly, closing my eyes. I opened them again, and stared out onto the field. Eventually, I saw Tavington come on his horse, look up to my window, and ride away.
