Amila and Amathia…. Amila- 2005… Amathia- 1205

Separated by centuries, brought together by one knife

Amathia ran around to the back of her small home in the countryside of England. She went back there alot to play, when she was younger, and to think, now that she was older. But this time she was not running back there to be alone. She was running from the invading knights. They were the knights of Lord Edward. He was a evil lord who wanted all the land surroudning his for his own. That included the land where Amathia and her family lived. The olny thing she had with her was her knife. If she died, no one could find it. It had been given to her be her grandfather, who everyone presumed to be a wizard. He had never said anything, so no one knew for sure. Amathia was sure the knife was magic, so she wanted to hide it from them, who knew what damage they could do with a magic knife. She quickly dug a hole and kissing the hilt, dropped the dagger in. She filled it in and ran back to her home. It was in flames, and the last thing she ever saw was the knight coming towards her, grin of malice on his face, sword aimed right at her. She heard the sword enter her, and she fell, dead.