Hey guys! My very first fanfiction and I really would love reviews. This story began as a small plot for NaNoWriMo but gradually ideas have begun flowing into my head and so now this story has many complex plots within it. It has TancredxEmma, a bit of FidelioxOlivia, BillyxOC, and ManfredxOC. It's very complicated so I hope as you read it will become clear. If not just message me and tell me. I'll do my best to explain the general plot. The story isn't even half way down and I will be constantly updating all ten chapters that I wrote last month. I'm afraid updates will take longer after that with school and homework and my other story as well.

Anyway, enjoy!

This can not be happening. It was a warm, chilly summer day and the sun was setting. The chilly wind swept through the silent forest as all the creatures in it prepared for the night. In a small cave, far inside the forest, a young mother deer settled itself down and gently licked its baby fawn. The baby fawn was not more than a few months old and as it quietly suckled its mother's milk, something flashed in front of the cave.

"What was that, mama?" the baby deer asked softly.

"I don't know, sweetie. Don't worry about it. Just get some sleep. You've played the day away, and now you must sleep." the mother deer cooed in his ear. The baby deer went back to suckling, its eyes drooped with sleepiness.

Neither deer knew perfectly what had run past them but it did not matter to them. They had lived a peaceful life and they will continue living it until the time comes for them to were not expecting to have a fun filled, perilous adventure as they soon would have.

However, the thing that ran by them was not looking for a peaceful life. It was just merely looking for a way out, a way to save her life. As it ran swiftly in the forest, leaping over logs and ducking under branches, its hair blew in the wind. Its long, thick, layered brown hair was now a mess. It was tangled and unkempt and branches clung

to it. Its body was in no better shape. Scanning down its body, one could see it was a girl, in the way it dressed. Her feet and hands were scorched marred by scratches and her face looked as if it was pushed into a barrel of dirt. Her clothes were tattered and faded and whatever shoes she had worn were no longer apparent whether she had worn shoes or not, one could simply not tell. As the poor girl ran, branches tugged at her and stones grounded them into her skin, but she simply took no notice. Whatever she was running from was far more important then the state she was currently in. As the wind blew at her, it carried some audible words.

"For day and night, you will toll,

like a cursed, forgotten doll.

But comes the day that you will shine,

My dear Rina,

you'll always be mine."

It was no longer light out, the sun had already set. The whole of the forest was now sound asleep, except for this poor young girl. She continued running in darkness, constantly tripping over branches and logs. What she was running from, no one could tell. She, herself, wasn't even sure if they were chasing her anymore, however she could not stop. She kept repeating this poem, over and over, hoping that it will give her strength. "But comes the day that you will shine…" Suddenly, her foot got caught in the bottom of a log and she fell hard onto the ground. Winded, the young girl struggled to pull herself up. "I can't stop, not now. What if they come and catch me" Struggling, she pulled herself and stumbled on. She felt exhausted and nearly collapsed to the floor. Kneeling on all fours, she closed her eyes tight and tried desperately to imagine herself in a perfect world. When she opened her eyes, she spotted a dark cave hiding in the distance. Opening her eyes wide she looked up into the sky. It was still dark but the stars were twinkling bright. Had God finally answered her prayers? With renewed strength, the girl pushed herself up and made her way towards the cave. Setting a foot inside the soft cave ground, she leaned against the cold cave wall and carefully looked around. It seemed empty.

"I can stay here tonight." she said sighing in relief. "I'll get some sleep and everything will be all right tomorrow." She walked slowly further inside the cave, heaving with every step. Reaching the end of the cave, the young girl took one last look around and collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Despite the ground being cold and hard, the battered girl thought it was the best thing in the world. Closing her eyes, she fell into a fitful sleep.

As the girl slept, she dreamt of her pursuers. She was running on a meadow and her pursuers close behind her. Suddenly she tripped and a gun was shot. The girl felt immobilized with pain. Clutching her side, she gasped in terror at her hand soaked in blood. She heard rapid angry words in the distant and cringed in fear when she saw her pursuers race up to her. There were three and all were strongly built. One reached down with his muscled arm and pinned the young girl to the ground. The girl's hair splayed across her face, dirty and matted. "Please don't…" the girl breathed. She struggled to breath as the man's grasp grew tighter and tighter. The girl futilely tried to escape his grasp but it was too much. Soon, she felt her body begin to give in and as she closed her eyes to never see again… the girl shot open her up eyes and sat up, breathing heavily.

Looking around, she breathed a sign of relief. It was just a dream. A terrible, horrible dream. She was safe, in this cave, at least for now. Rubbing her eyes, the girl brushed her hair away from her face and touched a handful of sweat. Grimacing, the girl wiped her hand on her shirt, and pushed herself up. She felt much stronger and carefully, she headed for the mouth of the cave. Peeking out, the girl saw that during the time she had slept, the sun had risen. Glancing behind, she gasped a big breath and slowly began picking her way through the forest.

She trudged her way through the forest for many hours and when she finally decided to take a rest, the sun was in the middle of the sky, it was around noon. The girl wiped her brow and looked around. Spotting a bush with fruits, she walked over and inspected the fruits. Picking a handful, the girl placed some in her pocket and dumped the rest into her mouth. Feeling the sweet juice squirt out of the fruit practically made the girl wish she could stay there forever. However, just when she thought this a branch crackled. Snapping her head behind, the girl anxiously looked for the noise. A scream sounded and the girl gasped in fear when her pursuers leaped out of a bush. Frantically, she quickly turned around and stumbling, leaped over a log and began her escape yet again. Why must they run after me? Can't they just give up?

The young girl's adrenaline raced inside her as she sprinted zigzag through the forest, frantically dodging the bullets being shot. Suddenly, the sun's light burned into the girl's eyes, causing her to momentarily close them and in the doing so, trip. Quickly chancing a glance behind the girl desperately scrambled to her feet, nearly missing a bullet. She continued to run, her hands over her eyes. The light became brighter and brighter when suddenly a whole blast of light shone into the girl's face. "I'm out?" she breathed. She didn't dare look behind. The men were probably still chasing her. However as she continued to run, she came to a lake. Briefly stopping, the girl fearfully looked down at the cold water lapping her feet. Her shoes have since disappeared and glancing one last look at the forest, the girl dived into the water and began swimming.

She was a strong swimmer, luckily, the freestyle her strongest stroke. As she swam further from the forest, she heard loud hateful cries, the men were cursing and threatening at her. Bullets were shot into the water. However, she calmly continued to swim and soon, the shouts diminished and the young girl was swimming peacefully. Yet, she knew she could not slow down for the men would not simply give up. They were probably already swimming behind her, ready to pursue again. She soon reached the shallow end and as she thrusted her head out of the water, a bullet raced right past her shoulder. She shrieked in surprise and looked around. Three men emerged from the water, their hair wet and their faces red with rage. Her face became pale and turning around, the girl quickly stumbled through the water as fast as she could.

"Help!" she cried out hoping someone might hear. "Help please!" A fisherman was fishing at the shore and hearing her cry of help he immediately dropped his fishing line and waded towards her.

"Hold on," he cried, "I'll save you." The girl cried in terror as she raced towards him. The man held out a hand and she reached to grab it when suddenly a gun sounded and the man in front of her stopped and dropped forward dead. Screaming, the girl stumbled back as the man splashed into the water. Tripping, she fell backwards into the water and knocked hit herself against a hard rock. Grimacing in pain, she closed her eyes tight and waited for the gunshot. It did not come. Slowly, she peeked out of one eye and looked around. The men were gone. Where, she didn't know. Whether this was a blessing or an omen, she couldn't tell. The girl crawled onto her knees breathing heavily staring at the dead man. His blood had now contaminated the water around it and feeling weak, the girl leaned against the rock. Pain throbbed in her back and neck but she took no notice. The innocent man was dead and simply because he tried to help her. She was not sure it was her pursuers but nevertheless it was her fault this man was dead.

The girl knelt there for seconds just staring at the man when she felt a strange feeling, as if someone was behind her. Frightened, the girl did not look around but merely pushed herself up. There was definitely someone behind her but she was too frightened to turn around. "Who are you?" she whispered.

"It isn't a matter of who I am but why I'm here." the stranger said. He was obviously a boy in his early twenties based on his voice. It was husky and the small girl took a small gulp.

"Why are you here?" the girl asked. There was silence. The girl straightened herself and looked towards the land where the fisherman had been. "What do you want?"

"I've come to take you," came the husky answer. She waited for him to continue. "Perhaps 'take' isn't the right word. I'm here upon my father's request to hm… I guess lead you."

"Lead me where?" she said simply. She closed her eyes as the boy fell silent yet again. She waited tensely for him to speak and when he did, it was in a hush quiet voice. "I'm taking you…away from here…"