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He placed the crown of blue and purple mountain flowers on her head and stood back to admire his work.
"Oh Bryn, you always have something beautiful for me" the maiden of only nine or ten winters giggled.
The boy with fiery hair and eyes of emerald nodded and sat beside his companion. She handed him a few of
the pebbles she was holding and silently they tossed them into the warm water of the lake.
He never got bored of staring into her eyes that matched an icy ocean and even has a boy of only a few more
winters then she, he knew someday..one day, she would be his forever.
The thought of it made him smile as she turned to face him.
"Bryn, why do you keep looking at me like that! Do I have sweet roll on my face?" she asked as she rubbed her blushed cheeks quickly.
The boy stared for another few moments before he produced something from his pocket, it's identity sealed by his fist.
She looked at him curiously before giving him a slight elbow. "Bryn, come on. I hate these games!"
His eyes never left hers and he opened his hand and held up a chain of silver with an emerald ring attached.
"You're going to marry me one day, Airika. One day when I can give you the moons" he sighed and gently placed it
around her neck.
"Of course, Bryn."
"Promise?"
"I promise. Who else could I do this to without being chased by the guards?" she smirked
"Do what"? The boy asked as he rose to take a few steps back.
Her pearly white teeth flashing an even bigger grin as her hands met his chest and she pushed.
Standing no chance of catching his balance, he fell into the warm water of the lake as his companion
stood on the dry ground laughing. Feeling a little sorry for what she had done, she extended her hand
to him. With one swift pull, she found herself in the water beside him listening to his rolling laughter.
"I hate you, Brynjolf!" her eyes glared with vengeance before she cracked a small smile.
In the distance she could hear her Ma calling for her return for dinner. Climbing out of the water
she turned and kissed the fiery haired boy on the cheek leaving him blushing as always.
"Airika, do you still love me?" he asked shyly
Her wet dark locks falling around her face, "Always, My Bryn".
He sighed as she ran into the distance knowing his Ma would be waiting as well.
Brynjolf's mother had scolded him gently for coming home soaking wet, when she asked what happened
he had told her "My love pushed me into the water".
"You're love, huh? Is that what Airika is to you, my little shadow?'
His emerald eyes glowing back to his Ma, "She is going to marry me one day, she
said so".
"I look forward to that day, now go get cleaned up for dinner before you catch a chill"
Bryn ate his stew with a smile, listening to his mother and father talking. He and Airika would
do this some day, to Oblivion with their peers who made fun of him for chasing a girl.
"Brynjolf, you're mother tells me that you are quite smitten with..."
His father was cut off by the firm knock of the door. His mother rose to answer it quickly.
Her face grew pale as the man at the door spoke, he tried to listen but their words were spoken quietly.
Brynjolf's heart racing as he heard "Keep Brynjolf here...fire..blood..parents"
His heart almost stopped, why was this man concerned about where he stayed and then he heard it.
"Airika..missing"
The fiery haired boy ran towards the door to feel his mothers arms grab for him. He pushed past the man
at the door and ran. He saw the smoke rising above the town and he ran until his legs burned.
His body froze when he turned the corner and saw what was supposed to be Airika's house inside
the angry fire.
He heard people screaming in the distance and his knees collapsing when his Da
picked him up and brought the boy to his chest as he realized the screams were his.
His face burned from the tears as his Ma and Da put him in his bed. His mother gently stroking his cheek
until sobs lulled him to sleep.
He awoke to nothing but the sound of the fireplace crackling as he went downstairs to get a drink.
His parents asleep in the sitting room. Their red stained cheeks told him they had cried for their
friends.
He quietly slipped on his shoes and slipped out of the house.
The towns people had put the fire out in a quick manner considering what they had to work with
but all that remained was a charred structure of what was his Airika's home.
Embers still glowing, the smell of smoke covering the fresh brisk night air.
He carefully stepped over what used to be a wall and into the home. His stomach churning and his heart
breaking as he glanced around and saw nothing but ash and blood stain on the remaining floor when it
caught his eye. The glimmer in the moonlight. Her necklace. He picked it up and felt tears in his eyes.
Why was it sitting there, mocking him magically untouched when he heard two guards talking near by.
Crouching he listened as the shorter of the guards said "You know, they didn't find the girl. No sign
of her at all, like she vanished into thin air."
"Thieves they were but a shame indeed. Good people. " the larger one said as they continued
down the road.
I have been typing furiously in my spare time, I have several more chapters coming. Please feel free to R/R!
