Hey Guys. I started this story ages ago, back when I was young and a really really bad writer. (Oh wait I still amXD) So I've decided that each time I put up a new chapter I'm going to redo an old one as well so you might want to start from the beginning if you've read this before but if not it doesn't really matter because the storyline hasn't changed. Please R & R Thanks!
She ran, heart pounding and legs aching as fast as she could. She ran from what had been, a few minutes ago, her home. As she entered the forest surrounding their fief, the dark green brush surrounding her lithe body, she saw the men who had brutally killed every member of her family right before her very eyes. Anguished faces made their way into her mind but she pushed them harshly away. Now is not the time to break down she thought grimly. Ignoring the thoughts rearing up in her head she kept running faster, blindly pushing bushes out of her way, stumbling over roots and being scratched by sticks but not once tripping up or crying out. Past green and brown, vines, leaves and brush, all were pushed aside in her haste. Past the tree where she used to go whenever she needed time alone. Over the fallen tree trunk that used to act as a barrier between her fief and the fief of Pinecove. Under the wall that had been there for so long it was now decaying. Animals fled as she ran past, a beacon to her position. In a panic she tried to run silently so as not to alert anyone to her presence, just as she was taught, but with her heart pounding quicker and louder than her feet were hitting the forest floor she couldn't manage. She ran for her life, afraid they would follow, and just as she reached a river, a pounding of hooves reached her ears. At that moment, she knew she was going to die.
Ariam of Archerscove woke up shivering. The pounding she had thought was only in her head, a part of her dream, was still there.
It had been two days now since the Scanrans had attacked her family's fief but the memories would not fade. They were there whenever she closed her eyes. Flashes of loved ones faces now long gone. Ariam knew that usually their fief would have been able to hold their own against invaders had it not been for the fact that their soldiers had had to go into the forest to raid some bandit camps and their fief was left poorly guarded.
She felt bad for running away when she knew that, since her whole family was dead, she was responsible for the fief as the heir to her family's lands, money and title.
She knew that some soldiers would be coming to the fief and bury the dead. Her father had sent a message to the capital through a speaking spell right before a Scanran had plunged a sword through his back. Ariam would never forget the face of her fathers murderer and vowed to get her revenge. She knew that after about two days the Scanrans would most likely give up looking for her and that she would be safe but that didn't stop her from worrying.
The thrumming of the horse's hooves was much louder now and Ariam knew that it was time to leave so she quickly packed up her belongings and left her temporary camp. She was quite calm now, no longer shivering, but was wary of who was riding the horses. She wasn't in the mood for bandits or Scanrans right now.
She quietly hid in the bushes and watched as the horses rounded the corner heading straight towards her…