"Avana Grace Turner!" I looked behind me then up at my oldest brother Mitchell, grinning sheepishly. He smirked.

"What's Evan mad about this time Ava?"

"Um you know the usual... Mischievous pranks." I said hiding my face in my blonde hair, my brown eyes sparkling mischievously. Evan, my twin; fraternal of course, came in dripping wet.

"Ava!" he growled

"Sorry?"

"Sorry! That's all you have to say is sorry?!? You kn-" he was cut off by a scream from outside.

"Ava, Evan stay in the house!" Mitchell ordered sternly, heading towards the door.

"No, but-" he cut me off

"Now is not the time Avana!" I backed off. Mitchell left. A few minutes later the door was kicked down. Masked hooded men rushed in...bandits. I froze as they came toward us. Evan yanked my arm jerking me out of it.

"Run Ava!" Evan tripped on a chair and fell dragging me with him. Someone grabbed my hair, dragging me to my feet. I gasped. The man behind me chuckled.

"This is a pretty one." the men laughed. Evan strained to break free of the grips of the men holding him. The mans dagger moved to my cheek, cutting into it along my cheekbone. I whimpered, as Evan lunged forward. Someone backhanded him.

"Bring them out." They dragged us outside. My wrists were tied in front of me.

"Take the boy over there. The girl comes with us." They were going to separate us!

"No! Evan"

"Ava!" Someone backhanded me.

"Shut up!" A cloth was placed over my mouth and nose. I held my breath. The man behind me chuckled.

"You can't hold your breath for forever princess." He was right. I was running out of air. I gasped. Blackness filled my mind and that's all I knew for several hours.

A cool cloth touched my forehead. I open my eyes. And then stood over me, dabbing my face with the cool cloth. I backed away whimpering.

"No, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." He reach his hand toward me. I screamed and backed away. I couldn't go any farther. I look down at my wrists. They were chained.

"No please let me go." I vaguely felt tears streaming down my face.

"It's okay. I'm not one of them."

"Why should I trust you? How do I know you're not lying?"

"Whoa easy on the questions kid. One I am chained to two I am not the type to lie. Names Gilan."

I glared at him.

"Come on you're going to need to tell me your name unless you want me to keep calling you kid?" I bit my lip I still wasn't trusting him.

"Hey I told you my name would a bandit do that?" He had a point.

"Ava. My name is Ava."