This is a story taken from my old account, which is still active but I have not released any new material from it. That being said, I want to rewrite old material that I had from the old account and so here it is. I hope that you guys enjoy and let me know in the reviews. Thank you.

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Lights go down

In the moment we're lost and found

I just want to be by your side

If these wings could fly

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Djaq gripped his sword and readied himself by the door.

"Djaq, don't. Come with us" Djaq looked to Bassam and whispered

"Take them to your house and hide them" The Man nodded and took the women by their arms. His sister hugged him and tried once more

"Please come with us. You do not need to fight" Djaq kissed his sisters forehead and pushed her towards Bassam and their mother. Bassam took her arm once more and began walking them to the passage out of the house. Djaq watched as they left and whispered

"Hoscakal kardesim" The door opened inwards with force and several of the king's guard made their way into the room, swords drawn. Djaq gripped his sword tighter and began his attack. As the metal of his sword struck another, he did not notice the guard behind him until a starburst of pain split his head and his vision instantly became black.

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When he awoke Djaq was stripped of his sword and his arms were tightly bound. He watched, confused, as money purses were exchanged between one of the soldiers and a greasy looking man. It was then that Djaq noticed that he had been taken to the port just outside of acre. He looked around panicked, before realising that he was not the only man that had been captured. There were several other men, some barely conscious. He began to slowly calm himself, Saffiya and their mother would be safe with Bassam. With the thought of his family, he was not terrified as he was led onto a boat.

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Two months later

Djaq tried to close his eyes again as the cart began to roughly rock from side to side. He had adapted to this Englishman and their new routine. Water was scarcely given in the morning, shared to the sick and elderly before the others were allowed a drink. Meat was not given at all and the cart continued it's rocking until the man wanted to stop. A bang reverberated through the cart and Djaq jolted to full awareness, thanking Allah internally that his father had decided, against his mother's better judgement, that he had taught Djaq and Saffiya English. The man cursed loudly before it went silent. The man seemed to drop from the seat of the cart and stepped around before kicking the back and shouting

"Heap, Rubbish heap and you! Rubbish heap" It went silent before the man spoke again

"Here, it's all I have of value. Take it" Djaq listened as he heard movement that did not match the heavy footfalls of the robust man.

"Pretty, not very appetising" An elderly man moaned in pain next to Djaq and a firmer voice asked

"Livestock" The trader grunted

"Take one and let me on my way. They'll work for you. They understand simple commands" The canvas was thrown back and Djaq was met with hazel eyes for a second before the canvas was once again lowered.

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Djaq wandered the forest alone, happy that he was free but lost of where to go next. The other men had run and there was nothing that he could trade for a full passage back to Acre. He stopped as he came to a ledge and saw the men that had rescued him earlier. He smirked at the banter between the whiny servant and Robin before looking towards the rabbits that he had caught and Saffiya's gift to him. He hid behind the rock and grasped the circular glass, shining it down onto the carefully piled wood. He smiled as it caught alight and ducked back behind the rock. When he was sure it was safe he then proceeded to throw down the two rabbits he had caught.

"Djaq, come and join us" He stood up and made his way to Robin before asking

"For good?" Robin smirked and answered

"I was thinking for dinner but if you want to stay, you are welcome to. Are you sure you do not want to return home?" Djaq thought it over for a second, his mother and Saffiya were safe with Bassam and he would care for her until she was given to another man. He smiled and replied

"I will stay and fight the injustice that is here"

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Djaq got into the new routine of his life fairly easily but he seemed, at least to the others, to remain closed off and not speak about his life before the forest. To other outlaws he was a mystery, one that they did not think they would ever solve until Tom, Allan's brother dies. It was Djaq who then gave comfort to Allan who shared his fears that his sister would not survive in the wars in Acre and from that friendships began to take root in the two men, both missing their siblings. From then on Djaq began to tell more elaborate tales of his growing up in Acre. Of his father who taught him how to handle swords and to fight. From his Mothers gentle singing as she began her chores for the day and how gentle she was with him. But many of the tales revolved around his twin, from them running around the market and how she used to steal their fathers medical journals until he taught her the practices within them.

Much and Djaq would simply discuss the war that they had been involved in late in the night when the others had gone to bed, Much sharing his fears and the horrors that he had seen that made Djaq understand why he was the way he was. With little John he practised and homed his skills as the larger man was more skilled than what he learnt from his father. The only man that he seemed to drift away from was Will, a quieter man who reminded him too much of Saffiya, strong and silent until they became enraged or passionate about a topic.

Life in the forest was simple and Djaq enjoyed this until it came to Robin's birthday and they were suddenly leaving the forest behind, and he was returning back to Acre. The fear then hit him again. In the years that he had been gone, what had happened to Saffiya?