A/N Okay, here's a taste of my newest story. It is the sequal to Avenger, but you don't have to read that story to understand this one. hope you all enjoy.
Prologue:
Her breath was hitching as she tried controll her sobs. Dolph, she had to remember Dolph. He was the one who had asked her to do this. The arrow had pierced her shoulder, but Marnie was safe and that helped her fight back the pain. When the second arrow had pierced her thigh, keeping her pinned to the saddle, she had let out a low moan, to tired to scream.
If she could just get to a town, she would be fine. Marnie would be fine. And she would wake up and this nightmare would be over. Kempton never would have found her and made her his prized slave. The scars on her back that was the proof of her disobedience would be gone, and she would never have known the taste of the whip.
But she knew it wasn't true. She had run away and Kempton had taken her into slavery. He had beaten her into submission countless times. The scar that bisected her right eye was proof of the first night. The white line around her neck was proof that Kempton had used the whip hold to drag her around.
And the visions, the memories of the people before her would haunt her forever.
Her life was changed and though only two years had passed, she would never be the same girl again. She knew more about her life then she ever had before. She knew more about her heritage then anyone would know. And it was all because of the child who sat before her on the horses back. She hugged Marnie close and leaned further forward on the horse, urging it to go faster, ever faster.
She had to get to the king, for she knew things that no one else could tell him, things that would send the country into pandemonium. But things that would bring them closer together for it.
After all, she was soon to be the last remaining Empath in all of Tortall if she didn't do something. And quick.