Almost 14 years later

Aro's POV

"Got it" said Jordan shooting her forth bear in the hunt

"Your Majesty, It seems your daughter could give you a run for money" said one of my most faithful servants Demitri.

He and I both chuckled.

It was true.

"Indeed. She is remarkable," I said remembering the first day I found her.

Flashback

"Oh Aro we must keep her. She will grow up to be a beautiful girl and a fine princess," said my dear wife Sulpicia. "We would have no trouble in finding her a husband at all. I mean look at those eyes! No wonder you brought her home."

"Indeed she will be a fine princess, and we did always want a daughter," I said to my wife.

"Then it is settled. We shall adopt her."

End Flashback

Yes it had been almost fourteen years since we had adopter her and she has grown into the most beautiful girl in all the land, yet she refuses a husband.

Was sad. I spent most of my time worrying about what will happen.

The prophecy is almost to come. Her fifteenth birthday is in no more than two weeks away.

She will become the most powerful being in existence. She will become the Protector.

Jordan's POV

When the hunt was over I went to my quarters to get ready for my afternoon ride.

I slipped on my favorite white comfy sundress and headed out bear foot to the stables.

Some say they find it quite uncomfortable to ride in a sundress and bear foot but I can ride as easily in wearing proper riding gear. My father never made me wear a helmet because he knew I would never fall.

I decided to go to the blacksmiths and get a new and check on my sword. Oh how I hope it was ready.

Riding through town was a little strange to me because everyone was always greeting me calling me princess. I always tell them to call me Jordan but they never do. It got quite annoying.

I stopped on my way to the bakers to get some bread.

"Your highness, It is so good to see you. Do you never let your servants come pick things up for you," said Santiago the head baker.

Santiago was a kind man. He was a good companion as well. He was around 6'2 and had light brown hair and grey eyes.

"And be cooped in the palace all day when the servants get to have all the fun. Never. I'll take one basket of bread, please," I said with a smile.

While he was fetching the bread noticed three children near the ally. They were very young, and dirty, and looked quite hungry to.

I felt a pang of sadness wash through me.

"Santiago," I called to him "Make it two baskets of bread please,"

A few seconds later he returned.

"Here you go your highness." He said handing me the baskets "Enjoy." He then left to continue baking.

I walk over to the children slowly so not to frighten them.

"Hello," I said to the children.

They all moved behind the oldest who could not be more than nine.

"Your highness," said the oldest with a bow.

"What are your names"

"I am Alec. This is Jane," he said pointing to a girl around seven with angelic features. "and this is Nessie," he said pointing to a girl around four. She was very pretty and reminded me of how my father described me when I was little.

"I am Jordan. Are you hungry," I said to them.

"Yes maim," said Jane shyly still halfway behind her brother.

I smiled at their manners.

"Here you go." I said handing Alec the basket "Take this to your family and tell them it is a gift from the princess." "Thank you your highness," said Nessie.

"Anytime." I said looking down at her small figure.

They then quickly ran home after saying good bye with their basket in hand.

"She truly will make a great protector."

Jordan's POV

"She truly will make a great protector."

I jumped when I heard that. It wasn't spoken aloud. It was like it was in my head. But it wasn't my thoughts. It was someone else.

`Calm down Jordan. You're just imagining things.' I thought to myself.

After reassuring myself it was nothing I then rode over to the blacksmiths.

I was about to enter the shop when I heard a voice.

"So what can you tell me about the princess," said a voice that would send shivers down your back.

You know the kind of person you want nothing more than to stay away from.

I continued to listen.

"She is a better fighter, hunter, and swordsman, than any man I have ever seen. She is talented in dancing, playing instruments, and when she sings she can hypnotize any man. She is adventurous and wild but has a heart of gold. She is more beautiful than a goddess and a man who has been happily married for years can fall in love with her with once look into her silver eyes." said a familiar voice.

The voice belonged to Mark. A great friend of mine just two years older than me and the only blacksmith I ever use. I had always liked Mark more than a friend but he was too oblivious to see it. I one day hoped I would have the courage to say something.

"You may try to win her over but no man has succeeded. The man who wins her heart must be no less than a god."

If only Mark knew I loved him.

"Well I'm going to change that. She will be no more than a prize to be won to me and I will become King." said the slimy voice.

I ground my teeth together. He better watch it. I could kill him in 3 second. And that was without a sword.

"I am afraid that you will grow feelings for her. No man has been able to stand her gaze without falling in love," said Mark.

I think it was time to make my appearance.

"Afternoon Mark,"

Once that man with the slimy voice saw me he had to grip the side of the table for support.

I had seen this many times. Guy brags about winning me. Guy sees me. Guy falls for me. Guy never wins me. I swear it was curse.

Not to be rude but he was…well…to put it nicely he was very unattractive. He had long blond hair that was very fizzy, and black scary eyes, he was also overweight. Another thing was he was around 40. Did he not realize I was turning 15. I did not want to marry someone older than my dad.

I then turned to look at Mark. He was the image of a god. He was tall around 6 feet and still growning. He had messy black hair that was never in place but that only made him look better. He also had piercing Emerald green eyes.

I didn't only love him for his looks. He was far more than that. He was kind to me always and never drooled over me like most men. He was a great friend and always there for you. He would also die in the place of anyone he loved without a second thought. He was perfect.

"Hello Jordan" Mark was the only one who I could get to call me Jordan. "I think you would be happy to know that you sword is ready."

"Really!!!" I said jumping up and down like a four year old. "Can I see it pleeeeeaaaase Mark"

I had been waiting for my sword for so long I didn't care I looked like a little kid.

"Of course," Mark chuckled.

He then pulled out a beautiful sword. He had been working on it for half a year. It was a perfect sword with pure gold as the handle with vine designs around it.

"It's beautiful" I said admiring Mark's handy work.

"I'm glad. Took me awhile to make it," said Mark with a satisfied smile.

I pulled out a bag of gold coins and tossed it to Mark.

He looked in the bag and frowned "Oh no Jordan this is double of what you were supposed to pay me. I can't except it,"

I wouldn't allow that.

"You can and will. This sword is far too fine to be sold at the original price,"

I was in my stubborn mode. Mark let out a sigh. He knew me long enough to know he couldn't win.

He looked at me straight in the eyes and said "Thank You princess," and gave me a friendly smile.

For some strange reason I blushed.

I never blushed.

Only Mark could do that.

"Hello" said the slimy voice. I had almost forgotten he was there. "I am prince James," he then reached and grabbed my hand and kissed it.

I Immediately wanted to wash my hand.

When was the last time he washed his hands?

"You must be.." he was about to finish when I cut him off. "The prize to be won," I repeated his words from earlier with more harshness than necessary and added a glare of my own.

"Oh. Um. I." he tripped over his words a few more times before excusing himself.

I was now alone with Mark.

Mark took a deep breath.

"Hey Jordan. I was wondering....um if you...would like to go riding with me." said Mark.

I looked closer at Mark. Wait. Was Mark......BLUSHING!!!!

No. Not possible. I AM going crazy.

Without hesitation I said "I'd love to,"

"Great," Mark said with a smile that always made my heart race.

Man was I falling Hard.