The teenage girl sat on the jagged rock looking at the view, her long curly dark blonde hair blew behind her in the cool summer breeze. Her sea green eyes watched as young children ran along the dusty looking pathway. She wore a tight fitted black tank top that hugged her curves perfectly, a pair of jet-black skinny jeans and a pair of black old beaten, laced up combat boots. To anyone that walked past her they would have thought she was a typical seventeen-year-old girl that loves to take in the sights. But that couldn't be more wrong, see this girl had a secret that nobody knew. Not until now.
"Rosaline!" The young lass heard a masculine voice come from behind her. The young girl spun around and saw a young man stood behind her he wore the finest silk anyone could afford. Had short black hair that was gelled up a bit at the front and yellow snake-like eyes that bore into the young teenage girl in front of him. "Hey Magnus," the young lass said as she looked at the man behind her. "Rosaline you know that she shouldn't be out here," Magnus said with a slight of worry in his voice.
Rosaline staggered off the rock and let out a sigh of defeat. She loved Magnus but, he did annoy her most of the times with always following rules and such. Rosaline first met Magnus when he stumbled into her pack when he got lost. Too many people Magnus to them shouldn't have been allowed to stay, as he was different with his snake-like features but, to Rosaline, she saw him as unique. So she decided to take him under her wing. Surprisingly the two had become very close friends. Best friends even.
They took their time walking through the woods, trying to avoid the broken branches that fell from the trees surrounding them enjoying each others company; occasionally making jokes making each other laugh before the realization of reality had to sit in.
They eventually came to a halt on a cliff, below the cliff lay a peaceful little village. It had some sort of glamour around it that way hikers who came up here never found the place accidentally.
The village was lined with the most medieval look, it has wood and thatched little cottages that were lined neatly in a row. A bit passed the cottages there laid a sea green lake, and just beyond that was a grand cottage, that belonged to the leader of the pack.
To Rosaline that was the most hateful woman to happen to be alive, the leader also it happened to be her mother. Andrea Jordan. Andrea is a ruthless leader and, she does not believe in second chances. Rosaline and Magnus knew this first hand since it is normal for them to be at the end of her wrath.
Rosaline and Magnus smiled to each other as they walked down raced each other down the rubble of rocks, once they got there were greeted by some snorts of disgust and some smiles.
"What is going on here?" A woman's voice boomed. People quickly parted away in fear to be on the end of the woman's wrath like the parting of the red sea. A woman dressed in a brown looking tartan gown emerged from the crowd. She had a stern look on her face, it looked as if she would smile her face might crack.
"Where have you been? All you had to do was go and check the perimeter," she snapped at the pair in front of her. "I am sorry it was my fault," Rosaline said "I strayed a bit away from the path. It won't happen again." Rosaline explained. The woman laid her eyes and Rosaline. She let out a sigh as she took in her daughter's face. "Very well," she said as she dismissed the crowd.