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Disclaimer: I do not own Eidos, or Soul Reaver (wish I did…). I do own Lizz/Raevin. Ask nicely, and I'll let you use her.

~Raevin~

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Lizz soon found she was unable to move any distance without feeling a sharp pain in her head. She sat down, put her lance on the ground, and was thankful that the sword sheath was attached to her belt by means of a leather strap. It made sitting easier.

And the stallion surprised her; he laid down next to her and rested his head on her shoulder. Lizz furrowed her brow slightly, but then leaned against the horse for comfort and support. "Thanks." She said, grinning faintly and scratching the horse behind the ears.

Lizz quickly fell asleep to the horses rhythmic breathing. She slept, leaning against the horse's shoulder, for the remainder of the afternoon. The horse watched her protectively, baring his teeth at any other horse or animal in general that came too close.

Lizz was awakened by the sound of a ringing bell. An old man stood by the gate leading to the village, ringing a large bell and yelling to the horses. All of the horses turned and walked to the gate, where they were herded into a nearby barn. The stallion stayed where he was, giving the man what appeared to be the evil eye.

The old man squinted at the horse, then noticed Lizz. He started yelling something to her, but she was still unable to understand. It was in English, that much she new, but she had lost too much blood to be able to think straight. The horse whinnied loudly, still refusing to move.

Soon, the man came to them, accompanied by an aging woman and two men who were dressed in armor. The sun was starting to set, and they were looking very nervous. "Girl, are you alright?" The man asked.

Lizz murmured, unable to form words. She managed to point up at her still bleeding head. The woman gasped, quickly pulling a bandage from her shoulder bag. She knelt and carefully wrapped Lizz's head with the bandage. "Oh, you poor dear! What happened to you?" She asked. The armored men were fidgeting and glancing at the forest, as if waiting for something to come out.

"We need to get to the village before the sun completely sets." One of them said.

The old man nodded. "Yes, we do. Let's get the girl to the village; she can come to our home." The man said, nodding towards the woman, who nodded in response.

One of the armored men carefully picked Lizz up off the ground, and the other picked up her lance. He noticed the darker-than-normal blood stains on the lance head, and showed it to the old man. The man nodded and took the lance.

The group brought Lizz back to the village and the white stallion followed. The horse went as far as the barn, where he whinnied to Lizz, then joined the rest of his herd. The group entered a small stone house that had a cross hanging from each window and a large silver cross impeded in the wooden door. Lizz managed to look at the other doors of the village; they had the same silver cross on them.

The man carrying her took her into a bedroom and placed her carefully on the bed. The old man came in, followed by the old lady. The armored men left and stayed in the main room, closer to the door.

"Charles, what is that on the lance? Blood?" The old lady asked, noticing the lance.

"Yes, it is." Charles, the man, answered, closing the door. "Vampire blood."

"Oh, dear God…" the lady gasped, holding a hand to her mouth. "That girl fought off a vampire and survived?"

"Apparently." The man said. He washed the lance head in a bowl of water, dried it, and tossed the foul water out the window. He closed the window, making sure the cross hanging there was in its proper space, and then leaned the lance against the wall.

The lady proceeded to unwrap Lizz's bandage to clean it and wrap it properly. In a matter of moments, Lizz's head was feeling much better, and she was beginning to be able to think clearly now. She was still light-headed, after having lost so much blood through her head, and she was finding it hard to focus on anything. Lizz closed her eyes, feeling exhausted.

"Let's get you something to eat and drink. Anna, stay here with the girl. I'll be back with food and some better clothes." The mad said, leaving and closing the door behind him.

Anna sat on the bed and examined Lizz's bandaged head. "How long had you been there?" She asked.

Lizz frowned. "Eh… can't remember… Vampire, with a stick… attacked, and I killed it…. with the lance…. Woke up in the… field. That horse… the white one… it stayed with me." Lizz was hardly able to talk, and was forced to pause between words.

Anna nodded. "No body has ever been able to get as close to that horse as you did. He must like you a lot. We found him wandering in the forest, and we added him to our village herd. He won't let anyone touch him, much less ride him." She jumped slightly when a knock came from the door. Charles poked his head in, then opened the door all the way to bring in clean clothes and food.

"She can dress in the morning." He said. "Right now, she needs to at least drink. I think she's been out there the entire day."

"She said she killed a vampire with her lance when it attacked her, and that she woke up in the field." Anna said, taking the clothes and draping them over the back of a chair.

"So, those vampires are getting bolder." Charles frowned. "They might attack our herds. Best talk to the Council about setting watches during the dark hours."

Anna nodded, taking the food and flask from her husband. She placed the food on the bedside table and helped Lizz drink from the flagon. "The poor dear can hardly talk, much less move or hold something." She said, pausing to let Lizz breath before making her drink some more water. "Dear, what is your name?"

Lizz frowned. She remembered her name, and she remembered where she came from, but she had no idea how she had gotten here… where ever 'here' was. She decided she needed a new name. "Raevin…." she said weakly. "And not raven, as the bird. It's spelled differently. 'A' and 'E', then 'I'; the rest is the same."

Anna nodded slowly. "You must be from that forest tribe that those nasty vampires destroyed this past week. Your clothing is different from ours, and so is your sword and lance."

"Rest now." Charles said, leading his wife to the door. "You can try moving in the morning, when you've slept."

Raevin nodded, already feeling herself slipping into a deep sleep. A caw from outside brought her back, and she looked out the window to see what had made the noise.

It was a raven.