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Stolen Future Prologue: The Attack
"Daddy, what are you doing?" 8 year old Nicolet asked innocently while watching her father frantically run around the manor locking the doors and windows. Before he had a chance to respond a figure came crashing through the window tackling Lord Nicholas. Nicolet ran and hid behind the couch like she had been taught if anybody bad came in the house. She peered around the edge tentatively, too frightened to cry, clutching the locket her father had given her just yesterday for her birthday.
The two men wrestled on the grounf for a while before Lord Nicholas managed to kick the attacker off of him. Both men scrambled up. The attacker pulled a dagger out of his boot and and threw it into Nicholas' chest. Lord Nicholas dropped to his knees and pulled the dagger out of his chest, struggling to stay steady he threw the dager back at the attacker but only managed to graze his cheek.
Nicolet bit her lip to keep from crying out.
The attacker smiled cruelly as Nicholas fell to the ground. He jumped out the window he came in and ran off.
Nicolet crept out from behind the couch with tears streaming down her cheeks, "Daddy?" she said hesitantly crawling over to the prone body on the floor. She felt something warm, wet and sticky on her hands. Picking up a hand and looking at it she stared in mute shock as blood dripped from it to the floor. Suddenly she realized her father wasn't getting up anytime soon. Sobbing now uncontrollably all the while never tearing her eyes away from her hand. For the first time in her short life Nicolet understood what true sadness was. And for the first time she felt a very real hatred. A hatred for the man who took her father from her.