A/N: This is based off the song "Abraham's Daughter" by Arcade Fire. I realize that this is a Hunger Games song, but when I imagined the song, I imagined it as more of a Ranger's Apprentice thing. None of the actual characters are in this fanfic, but the world remains the same. One-shot.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I have not the genius of John Flanagan.

I hid behind a bush as I watched my father take my brother's hand. Of course, I didn't really think of my father as Father or Dad – no, I just thought of him as Abraham, his given name. Despite the fact that his blood ran through my veins, we were really no more than acquaintances in terms of our relationship. I didn't like anything about him and from what I could tell, he didn't like anything about me. He didn't like anything about Isaac, my brother, either. But he hated Isaac more than he hated me because Isaac was different. He wasn't terribly different. One foot was just a little smaller than the other. Abraham had hoped that he would grow out of it, that the smaller foot would grow or the larger foot would stop doing so. But it never happened. Isaac's left foot remained smaller than his right, and as a result, he walked with an odd gait. He'd learned quickly how to hide it and after fourteen years, it was hard for anyone who didn't know him to see the slight limp.

But Abraham still knew about it. And he hated Isaac for it. He grew angrier with Isaac every day, constantly berating him for his disability. I tried to defend him as often as I could, but it usually ended up with me getting the shit beat out of me. But at least it gave Isaac enough time to run and hide and got Abraham to forget about why he was angry in the first place. Still though…getting the shit beat out of me hurts. A lot.

Eventually, Abraham had gone to Sir Brandon, one of the more…notable…knights of our puny little fief. Most people, including the baron, though that Brandon was an angel. Abraham had told Sir Brandon of his 'predicament' with Isaac, asking if it was possible for him to get rid of Isaac in some way. Brandon had said he would think about it, then dismissed Abraham. I had watched from a tree that day and made sure to keep a close eye on Abraham after that. I had decided not to tell Isaac about it, not wanting to worry him, deciding that I could handle it myself.

Apparently, Brandon had finally found a solution to Isaac's problem.

I clutched at my bow as Abraham led Isaac to a lonesome hill quite a long way away from the nearest field. Brandon was waiting at the top, dressed in full knight garb. I didn't even dare to breathe, lest any of the three men heard me. After what seemed like hours, Abraham and Isaac reached the top of the hill. Abraham said something to Isaac and my brother went down on his knees.

Isaac, you idiot, don't get on your knees in front of them! I thought. But my brother couldn't hear me.

Abraham moved to stand behind Isaac and grabbed his arms, pulling them up behind his back. Isaac began to struggle but Abraham twisted his arms up farther and Isaac stopped struggling, the awkward angle making it painful for him to do so. My breath caught as Brandon drew his sword and leaned forward to whisper something in my brother's ear. Isaac's shoulders were shaking and since I was behind him, I couldn't tell what was causing the tremors, but I figured he was either crying or his nerves and muscles were going haywire because of the pain. The more I thought about it, the more I realized it was probably some strange combination of both.

Just as Brandon raised his sword, I shot straight up. "NO!" I shouted. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

All three men turned to look at me. Brandon looked extremely confused and asked, "Who are you? What's your name?"

"I don't have one," I responded.

"What? How?"

"My father never gave me one." I looked pointedly at Abraham and he shot me a glare that, if looks could kill, would have sent me into the sixth life. I sneered at him.

It was true: Abraham had never named me. My mother (I didn't know her name) had died giving birth to me and so he had been left to name me. But after the 'disaster' with Isaac, Abraham had decided not to name me in case something turned out to be horribly wrong with me too. Then he wouldn't feel so compelled to keep me around like he had with Isaac.

The name Isaac was the only reason my brother was still alive.

"Take him," Abraham growled. Now that they were all facing me, it was much easier to hear what they had to say. Isaac was shoved at Brandon, who used one arm to hold my brother across his chest, the other to put his sword blade at Isaac's neck. Abraham rushed at me, pulling out a knife. "You should have stayed hidden, girl," he said. "Now I'm going to kill you too." I pulled an arrow out of my quiver and nocked it to my bow. "How dare you defy me?!" he shrieked. "You should just let Isaac go. He's no use to the world anyway." In my rage, I barely managed to control where my arrow went. Somehow, I managed to get it to fly just past Abraham's ear as I had planned. He flinched and I sent another one at Brandon, same place, taking care not to hit my brother. In his shock and fear, Brandon released Isaac and I screamed at him:

"Isaac, come here!" He started to run toward me and Abraham started to go after him. I sent another arrow flying straight in front of his nose, bringing him to a halt. Coincidentally, the arrow stuck into the hill right in front of Brandon's foot, causing him to stop as well. Isaac reached me and I grabbed his arm, pulling him deep into the forest, throwing glances over my shoulder. Behind us, we could hear Abraham screaming bloody murder, saying he would find us no matter where we went and that when he did, we would be sorry. I resolutely ignored him and told Isaac to do the same.

We only stopped momentarily at the house so I could grab a few more weapons and some supplies. I didn't make my brother carry a pack; after all, it was already hard enough for him to walk long distances with his uneven feet and despite the fact that he would never admit it, I knew it could get rather painful at times. So I simply stuffed one bag full of supplies, slung it on my back over my quiver, and dashed out of the house, pulling Isaac along with me. We ran for most of the day and when night fell, I barely managed to get a fire going and settle Isaac down before I collapsed on the ground, exhausted.

A/N: So…yeah. My first Ranger's Apprentice fanfic. Let me know what you think, even if it's to say it was horrible. Let me know, too, if you want me to continue it. I meant this to be a one-shot, but I have some ideas for how it could continue.