Hours passed, and the colorful sunset ceased for it's time. A deep blue sky, dotted with shimmering stars recovered the sky as I sat in my rocking chair, in a steady back and forth motion. I moved it over to the window to look out onto the main entrance. The moon hung high in the sky, the haunting presence of it frosted the large field laid before the building. The large fence spread inky shadows in the stillness of the night.

I waited for Tavington to come back, but he didn't. I sighed resting my head on my fist, and laying my elbow on the armrest. I grew tired, but kept my gaze on the moon, the stillness of it created the radiant beauty of the moment. The only other light was a small lantern on the night table near the bed, a dull glow coming from under the thin glass. I finally stood, and opened the window wide, letting in the soft, cool night breeze brush through my hair, and caress my face. Suddenly, three men came in through the gate on horses. Tavington, Bordon (his subordinate), and another man, who I never had the pleasure of acquaintance. He looked up at my window, my arms resting over the sill, in a folded position and my head poking out, looking down on them. His face was still, as cold as the moon, but when I looked to the newer, younger man, he smiled. I wanted to meet him, and hoped I would. He looked kind of like my brother Flint, just taller, and had more muscle. I smiled back down at him. He was kind, I could tell.

The sun poured through my windows, and I awoke from a deep slumber in the rocking chair. It was a nice rest, but I can't say the same for my behind…Ow. I had a dream, but I couldn't remember it. I stood up, yawning lightly, and pinching my eyes shut as the sunlight bit my pupils. I walked over to the door, and grasped the knob, turning it, but it didn't go. That's right, he obviously locked it. I rolled my eyes, and walked to the wardrobe slowly. I slightly hesitated before I opened it, thinking I'd find some kind of snobby, frilly dress. But when I opened it, I found a menagerie of bright colors pouring out of the dark cedar doors. Luckily, they fit me perfectly. I put on a bright, crimson dress. I kept my hair down, and stayed with bare-feet. I found a black choker in a small drawer in the wardrobe, and put it around my neck. Finally, I looked into the mirror, and gave myself a cocky grin. I turned suddenly, hearing a hard knock on my door.

"Yes?"

I heard the jingle of keys on a ring, , and it opened. It was Tavington, eyeing me like an overprotective hawk.

"Well, I see someone has found the wardrobe"

I nodded.

"Yes, well, I only thought it suitable to dress in something fresh for the day"

He arched a brow in an understanding way. And looked me up and down.

"Uh, you wanted something?"

He snapped back to attention as I spoke, and hinted a small smile.

"Follow me."

He turned, and I followed reluctantly, closing the door behind me. There were many rooms I hadn't seen before. One across from mine had maps galore, all over the walls, and tables. I wondered what they had been planning on doing.

He showed me to a large room with a table, chairs, a fireplace, couches, and that extremely attractive man standing near where I had come in, smiling softly. I had guessed it was an eating, and socializing area. I guess I was right. They sat me down at the table, and gave me a cup of tea, and an apple. I was starving, but didn't want to be sloppy in front if them (obviously). So, I sipped at my tea, and munched at the apple quickly, savoring the last bit of tea. They all just stared at me. Tavington, the other man, and five other soldiers. Why didn't they say anything, it was as if I was the only thing moving in there, so I froze, leaning against the back of the chair, and crossing my legs under the table casually…A little bit too casually. They gave me an odd look, and finally spoke.

"Destiny, this is Captain Wilkins, head of the Cherokee scouts."

I smiled and nodded slowly to Wilkins as Tavington spoke. I stood, and quickly curtsied. He took my hand, and kissed it lightly.

"It's a pleasure Destiny."

I loved his smile. It's not all toothy like some other men. But I couldn't compare it to Tavington, since he almost never smiled. I mean, how dull can someone get?!

He stepped back, keeping my gaze onto his. Tavington broke the silence, and grabbed my arm, leading me down the hall, and outside to the stables.

"Um, what are you doing?"

I asked, annoyed at the fact I couldn't talk to Wilkins more.

"I thought you'd like to go for a ride."

He gestured to a beautiful black horse in the stable. I smiled, and nodded, not wanting to show the sheer joy in my eyes.

"Fine."

I smirked, and harnessed the horse, but kept the saddle off. He jumped up on his large, brown horse, and looked to me oddly as I jumped up onto the horses bare back.

"Aren't you missing something?"

I shook my head.

"Doesn't seem so."

I smiled, and guided the horse out the stables. He reared in front of me, making my horse whinny.

"Let me guess, your father taught you how to ride bareback?"

I nodded, smiling.

"Basically"

I drove the horse around his, and stopped at the gates. Two men opened them slowly, and I trotted out, stopping for Tavington.

"Now, don't run off. It's dangerous out there"

"Oh, please, I can take care of myself."

I started at a slow trot, and made my way up to a fast gallop over a large hill, but stopped, looking down at a carriage on a small pathway. There was a woman screaming, a baby crying, and a gun blast. My eyes widened, and I rode down the hill, Tavington following after. I stopped looking down at four British soldiers, looking down at the body of the woman, blood gushing from her side, and her face a ghostly white. The baby lay beside her, crying loudly. A soldier brought his bayonet above his head, and was about to jab it down onto the baby.

"Stop!"

I screamed, and they looked up to me. I jumped off the horse, and grabbed the baby. It cried hard, and I shushed it quietly. I looked to them, then back up to Tavington.

"How could you let them do this?!"

He just shook his head, and I glared up at him. I stepped foreword, just as his horse was turning and grabbed the harness around it's muzzle, making it turn. He looked down at me with a cold stare. The baby wept quietly in my arms, bundled in the small, thin blanket. I gave him a demanding look, but when he didn't reply, I stormed up onto my horse, and kicked the horses sides hard, sending it in a speeding gallop up the hill. I held the baby tightly to my chest. Tavington tensed, and galloped after. His horse was surely faster than mine, and came up right across from me. I suddenly stopped, jumped off the horse, and ran like a madman. He got off his horse and ran after. He finally tackled me, but I held onto the baby. Other men came after on horses fast. He kneeled down next to me, exhausted, and grabbed the baby. He handed it to a horseman that had stopped above us, and I watched as it rode off with the baby, wailing. He looked down at me, his eyes wide, and his neat hair that had been pulled back, had little bits of hair that had strayed out of place. I laid there, staring up at the sky, my eyes blurry from tears. Why me? I thought to myself. Why not somebody else. I absolutely had to go out for a walk the other day. He grabbed my wrist, and pulled my up. I sat, sitting on my legs. He stared at e through cold, threatening eyes.

"Just tell me what you want…And you'll get it."

There was a long pause, and he finally stood, pulling me up also. I could tell he wasn't telling me something important. It was in his eyes. Was it that he just wanted me? It probably wasn't for any answers. Most important military men get the women they want. I'll assure you that he won't get me to do anything stupid.

He rode me back on his horse, sitting behind me on the extremely uncomfortable saddle, the horse that I rode beside his. We finally got back. I jumped off the horse silently, wondering what was to become of the baby. I got inside, and ran to my room, tears running down my cheeks. I looked back and slammed into something. I looked up, and found myself leaning again the chest of Wilkins. My heart sped. I closed my eyes, and broke down, sobbing. I felt his strong arms wrap around me. It comforted me. It lasted for a minute or two, and I looked up at him again, a concerned look on his face. I stepped back, pulling away from his embrace.

"What happened when you were out there?"

I covered my eyes with one hand, and said with a quiet, and wobbly voice,

"He killed innocent people."

I bit my lip, trying to make myself stop. I sighed heavily, and quickly walked past him. I stopped as he lightly grabbed my arm to stop. I turned back around.

"I know what you mean. And, I know what your going through. Just hold on, and it'll pass"

I couldn't help a smile. His words encouraged me. I finally found, that in my heart, I truly loved him.