Benvolio POV:

I walked down the path to see a brunette girl being beat by an older man that only looked to be in his 20s to 30s. The girl just stood there and took the hits when I looked closer I could see that the man was a Capulet and the girl was a Montague and loyalty to save on of my own I drew my sword and struck the man down. The girl looked up from the curtain of matted, bloody brown hair with a look of sadness and yet relief. I smiled at her slightly and took her small tanned hand into my own and started to walk toward my home, well to be exact my families home since I live with my cousin, Romeo, my aunt, Lady Capulet, and my uncle, Lord Capulet. The girl stumbled slightly as she walked and attached herself to my arm for support. I looked over at her to see her watching her feet intently as if telling them to move.

"Which is your name?" I asked her as she stumbled and gripped my arm tighter. She looked at me her blue eyes stared into mine and her beautiful, angelic voice filled my ears.

"Ciana," she said in an Italian accent. She gripped my arm slightly when she said her name. I looked to see her with a pain stricken face. I stopped and bent down to her height, seeing as I was at least a foot taller than her.

"Are you alright?" I asked as some tears started to fall down her tanned, bloody cheeks.

"It hurts," she replied in a pain filled voice. She gripped my arm as she tried to stay standing.

"Its gonna be okay," I said as I picked her up bridal style. She was way lighter than I thought and her entire body was extremely skinny. "Starved?" I questioned myself.

"Gotta save, Savia," she mumbled as her eyes dropped and she fell asleep. She mumbled things off and on as we made our way to my home. When I arrived I was greeted by servants staring at Ciana. They whispered to one another as they looked at her and then one finally spoke up.

"Do you know who that is, Lord Benvolio?" asked one of the younger servants as her friends tried to shut her up.

"No, who is she?" I asked as I carried her to my chambers and beckoned the young servant girl to follow me.

"First, I must ask sir. Where is her sister?" the servant girl looked questioningly at me.

"What sister?" I asked bluntly. She looked confused, but kept her mouth shut.

"She's called Ciana and she was exiled from her former home, Mantua, because she was said to have killed her mother and father. When she came here she was very quiet and everyone was suspicious of her, but about a week after she arrived a young girl who looked similar to her showed up out of no where and when they finally met she was crying in Ciana's arms. We didn't understand why she was crying and we later heard that Ciana had killed their parents and that that girl was Ciana's little sister, Savia. Savia was very nice and often plays with the younger children of the Montague family. Ciana became a cook her and so pretty much your trusting that she doesn't poison your food. Ciana is often seen with a man around 20 to 30 years. He is said to be her brother, but no one is sure. You'd have to ask her," said the servant girl as she looked at Ciana again.

"How old is she?" I asked as I also stared at her.

"18 or 19 years, I think," replied the girl and she soon after left on my order to find Ciana's sister. After the girl left I sat on my bed next to the girl. She stirred slightly and whimpered in pain. I felt tiredness consume me and fell asleep next to the girl.

Mercutio POV:

I was going to go visit Benvolio and Romeo, my dear friends,