DISCLAIMER: See Chapter 1 for proper disclaimer.
A/N: Wow, another chapter posting! This only happens when I'm bored, or I have time on my hands...which is both in this case. Enjoy reading this chapter!
The air in the small village was a bit nippy from the early morning frost as fall crept into town. People, in the early hours of the morning, were getting ready for the day's profits and sales. The families were hustling to get ready for the day's work that needed to be done before winter settled in. Everyone wasn't expecting anything huge to happen...it never has for the past five centuries.
On the outskirts of the small, yet lively village stood a hut. In the hut were two occupants: a middle-aged man that looked agile and fit like he did in the days of old and a younger lad that could be mistaken for a maiden...which she was. Brom was busy getting breakfast ready for the two of them as his younger looking companion slept. He would, at times, glance over to see if she was still asleep.
When he did for the tenth time, he saw that she was waking slowly. Her short, dark brown hair was a bit messy, but suited for her disguise. Her lavender eyes stared back at his steel grey eyes. The two had shared that kind of connection that would speak unspoken words that they alone knew about. She rubbed a tanned hand over her sleepy eyes to rid the sleep in them.
"What time is it?" the younger companion asked in a husky voice, her voice still hoarse from lack of water.
"It is nearly dawn...you need to get up if you wish to get some food for tonight and some firewood, Adriel," Brom said with laughter in his eyes as he stood up and brushed back her hair from her eyes.
The girl merely grunted as she sat up on the makeshift bed. She stretched out her arms above her head, lifting her shirt a bit to reveal a slightly visible scar near her right hipbone. Brom looked away, hiding a shudder from the girl.
"I saw that," she said as she yawned.
"Saw what, Adriel? I did not see anything," Brom said.
"You saw IT, didn't you? For the Varden's sake, don't worry about it. It's been years since it happened-"
"And I still wonder when you will forget that I did not see it..."
"Brom."
"Adriel," Brom said as he turned to looked at his companion.
By now, she had swung her legs over to one side and had her bare feet on the floor. She had on a loose tunic, which showed her bounded chest and a couple of scratches on her shoulders and near her collar bone. The breeches hugged her legs comfortably, though it too has seen better days.
"You need to stop worrying...I'm pretty sure that there's nothing that would harm me at this point...I've been there, done that, and seen my share of what's been going on lately that I could evade it quicker than I did before."
Brom nodded his head.
"All right...come and have breakfast."
Cassandra ran a hand through her hair to reveal two pointed ears, which quickly faded back into the depths of her short hair. As she lowered her hand, she glanced upon the phoenix mark on her right hand that was near her thumb. She shook her head sadly as she got to her feet, standing at 5'3" and making her way to where Brom was now seated to eat the first meal of the day.