Torn Apart
Chapter 1
Assaulted in the Forest
It was silent in the clearing. Animals were free to roam as they wished, but humans were not allowed to enter the sacred grounds. Save a select few. One of those select few was there now, communicating with the sprits that roamed in the clearing.
Once she had finished speaking with them, the woman stood up to leave the area. As she began to walk towards a tree that has her sword and shield resting against it, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned, only to see a male figure leap at her.
He threw her to the ground, and pinned her so she could not get up. The man then stood up, blocking out the moonlight as he did so. When he spoke, he reminded her of someone. Someone familiar. "Thought you killed me, didn't you? I'm tougher than that to kill. Now, let's see if what I've heard is true- if you force an Animagus, their offspring will be abominations." The man grinned and knelt down in front of her. As he reached for her clothing, he continued to talk. "You may or may not remember me. Let me give you my name. It's Thompson. Sound familiar?" All the while, the woman was fighting him. Four founders, my ancestors, anyone-if you can hear me, please help me!
She couldn't believe this was happening. To her, of all people. She had screamed herself hoarse, but no one had come. Now, as Thompson rose from her battered and bloodied body, she could only stare up at him. "...Why?" It was barely even a whisper, but he heard her. "Why did I force you? Because it he never been documented that anyone who forced your kind lived, let alone fathered offspring that lived. I intend to change that." Thompson turned towards her again, walked towards her, and knelt down in front of her. She loathed how the man's gaze roved around her form, as if she was freshly cut meat on the cutting block. Then came the inevitable. He forced her again. Sometime during the act, he hit her with something.
Once he had finished with her, the man rose from the now silent form. He had no regrets. As Thompson walked past the tree where her weapons lay, he stopped. Feeling a moment of pity for the woman, he took off his blue cloak and laid it on the weapons, shielding them from the now falling rain. He then walked away, deeper into the forest.
She didn't want to wake up. Didn't want to face the fact that she had been forced. Forced against her will like a breeder, with no thought to how she thought about it. But she had to wake up. And get help.
Her eyes opened. Far above her were massive trees. A soft rain was falling, as if the four founders were grieving for her. One in particular. "...He..." ...Rachel? She thought the other woman was sobbing. "How dare he do this to you? You weren't ready!" As Rachel continued to talk inside her mind, the woman's gaze moved from the trees to her battered body. She had been burned, stabbed and bruised. In that order. She closed her eyes again. ...I'm strong. I'll live. The woman opened her eyes again and slowly sat up, taking note of the blood that covered the ground and most of her body. No doubt the copper liquid was on her face as well. She was cold. Very cold. As her gaze moved about the clearing, a blue cloth caught her eye.
As she got to her feet and slowly walked over to the cloth, she realized that it wasn't a cloth, but a cloak. Thompson had had the nerve to leave it for her! After what he had done to her! Still, it was better than nothing.
She reached out with a slender hand and took the cloak. When she saw what had laid underneath the cloak, memories floated to the surface... "What is it?" She tore the cloth from the object and all in the room simply stared at what she held. It was a sword. – She ran, the same sword bouncing against her back. She hadn't used it much. She was going to have to use it now. - She stood on the cliff, overlooking the water. In one swift motion, she drew the sword, raised it to the sky, and named the blade Brenda. –A ghost stood before her, asking her to take the blade to the front of the Great Hall. She did so, stabbing the blade into the ground. It began to glow, then. – "I name thee Dragon's Fire!" A scaled arm held the blade in front of her, the tip pointed towards the heavens. –She flew across the fields and plains, atop her Dragon, Dragonus. Flying beside her was another Rider. They locked gazes and then drew their blades, hers blazing in the night. –Her armor was burning. She didn't care. With the last of her strength, she raised Dragon's Fire over her head, and stabbed downwards. –After fighting the beast at least four times, the White Dragon lay dead at her feet. She removed her sword from the beast's head, and had turned to face a Lion that had a blade similar to hers. They both knew that they could finally go home. –The small mouse titled his head to look up at her. The two beasts had stood there, on the shores of the Fire Mountain. "...You're a badger?" She nodded her gigantic furry head. "Yes." –She ran, carrying in her arms a very sick cat. He had been trying to protect her. Now, she needed to protect him.
She remembered carrying the sick cat all the way to the Infirmary. Sometime later, he had become a human again. When he awakened, the first thing he had done was ask to see her. He still didn't know how much that had meant to her.
She wrapped the cloak around her, still remembering all that had happened in the past six years. She then picked up the sword and shield, and moved them to her back. The two objects helped hold the cloak in place.
She then turned around, and moved her gaze to a tiny light in the distance. ...He'll help me. The woman began to walk towards the lone hut, far in the distance.
