"Evangeline, don't swing like that!" My brother Matt yelled at me. We had been training for hours; this was no surprise to Eva. Every day they trained like this, it was only because when she was twelve Matt had told her that once she beat him she could stop. She was sixteen now, still training because Matt was unbeatable. "Alright I am done." Eva wiped the sweat from her brow, "Once this sword is out of my hand you can quit." Evangeline's eyes burned with anger, "Damn it Matt!" She swung her sword cutting his shirt "Whoa Girl" he backed up quickly. She swung again tapping his hand making him drop his sword. Eva pointed her own sword at his throat "I am done." She said in a harsh tone and threw her sword to the side, turning away from her brother.
"Where are you going?" Matt found Evangeline packing up her things on her white stallion, Phillip. "I no longer need training or this run down town" she tightened the leather belt that held her bag. "Where will you go?" Matt wasn't very concerned about his younger sister. "North" Eva jumped onto her horse. "Bye brother, thank you for everything" she didn't look at him. Eva was never close to Matt, they laughed a couple of times but there was no love. Eva grew up with only Matt her parents died a year after she was born, Matt was only eight. Matt took care of her but didn't love her. He thought she was a problem and always in the way. "Be safe" he looked at her, there still was no love. There would never be.
Evangeline traveled for days. She stopped in town and found places to stay. She didn't know where she was going; she was just trying to get away. Suddenly it started to rain, "Just my luck" she muttered under her breath. She found a small pub and tied her horse to a pole. "Be good boy" she rubbed his nose and walked into the old pub. The smell of swine and alcohol hit her nose as soon as she walked through the door. She pulled her scarf around her mouth and walked to the bar. "What can I get ya?" a scruffy old man asked "Whiskey." Eva didn't really drink but she had nothing, so why not? She drank the whiskey down to the last drop. She felt it run down her throat, it felt great. She waved her hand and asked for another.
She drank a couple more and soon was woozy. She went to leave when a strong hand grabbed her arm. "You didn't pay for that" she turned and saw the scruffy man, mad. Eva pulled her arm away from his dirty hand and pulled her coin purse from her belt. Empty. "Damn it" she muttered. The old man started to get a wicked smile on his face. "I know how you can pay for that" his smiled got bigger. Fear struck her. "I'll take care of that" a tall, dark man stood behind her. He paid for her drinks. "So need some money?" he asked her. She only nodded her head. "Well I have a job that needs to be done?" he said "I will offer 1,000 pounds?"