I own nothing that is written here that it also in Holly Blacks Tithe, Holly has done an amazing job of writing Tithe and I thought I could just take it on in a different view

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-M

Prologue
"And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man"
A.E. HOUSEMAN,
"Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff"

I knew I was dreaming. The surroundings of the dream were different but it had the aura of something familiar. In my dream I was lying, against a large tree trunk, with only the tree to keep me supported. It was raining. Big, fat drops of water landing all around me, streaming down my face. I could feel my long, wet, pewter hair clinging to the side of my face. Why was I here? What was I doing? Big puddles of muddy water and blood were engulfing the earthy ground and my armour.

I examined myself. I was wearing my black, sturdy armour, which was almost completely covered with mud; I peered at the wound on my chest, grabbing hold of the branch that was stuck inside me. I tried to move but my body but it refused. Every part of me burned. I could taste the foul flavour of blood in my mouth and the overwhelming stench of iron. I gripped my sword, and got ready to fight. I looked around at my surroundings; it became apparent that I was alone. I stared into the green, dense forest in front of me, probing for any sign of life. I knew who I was looking for; the dream was all too familiar, it wasn't the person who had tried to kill me, it was the person who would save me.

I heard the sound of shoes squelching in the thick mud and pivoted my head around so that I could look in the direction that the noise had come from, but I didn't get far because my whole body ached. Finally I caught a glimpse. Slowly the figure began to emerge from the forest. I recognized her straight away; she was the girl who had somehow found her way into my dreams. Who is she? Why is she here? What does she want from me? She walked with ease and grace towards me; it appeared as if she was floating. When she was ten meters away from me she stopped, like she had just suddenly seen me. She stood looking at me, her expression confused me; although she was smiling, she did not appear to be happy. I tried to open my mouth and speak to her, but just like every other time, I couldn't talk. My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water and not one noise came out. She was still smiling but she hadn't even tried to speak.

She seemed to be waiting for me. To do what? To find her? To help her? She looked so out of place. She was wet, but not covered in mud like me. She was wearing a skirt that didn't even reach her knees, black thigh-high stockings that appeared to be ripped down the side, of one leg and a clean, wet pink leopard leather coat. I could not see her face clearly, I never could. It was a blur and the more I focused on it the more blurry it became.

I wondered if she was going to help me or if she would just continue to stand there. Of course she would help me. She had helped me in one of my other dreams. Perhaps these dreams were a sign. A sign that she needed my help, or one that I needed hers. I would find her. But how?... I didn't even know her name. Perhaps, by some decision of fate, I would find her without even trying.

I woke covered in a cold sweat. The dream was fading rapidly till all that was left was that intimating smile. I racked my brain for a glimpse more a memory of the dream that was perishing from my mind like sand falling through fingers. Someone was pounding on my door, and the Queen must want something from me, more torturing for ones twisted sense of humour, how she could she find amusement in the death of humans, they die so quickly, so easily. It made my stomach churn at the thought of the things done here.

The Queen sat on her throne staring down at me. "Rise" the iciness of her voice chilled me to the bone.
"What would you have me do my Lady" I tried to keep the hate out of my voice but it crept in I hoped she didn't notice and make a fool of me.
"I need you to perform a task for me" What would she have me do slaughter eight young children in front of her.
"And what does this task entitle my Lady?"
" You must fight this human" she indicated to the young man staring transfixed at her. "And make his death as slow and painful as possible." I stared stock still and couldn't move, why was my Queen asking this of me she knew I hated her tasks but at least they aren't in front of her, I couldn't hide the disgust from my face. "As you wish my Lady"