Here goes. Another time I'll have a longer authors note.
"Suit yourself." He said. Inside he was torn. He did in fact, love her, but a hunter can't get soft. That and she was already lost to another. Maybe three years later he could retire her and give her back to him, but that was for down the road, and only time would tell what was to happen. He handed her a white cloak with a silver clasp. She refused it. With gentle hands, he locked it around her neck.
"why?"
"Look Sarah, I can't love you. I can't. It just wouldn't work. I'd get emotionally involved and then would be afraid to send you to the -" he stopped, knowing he'd caught her attention. "to them."
"I meant why are we riding out into a storm, but that's also a good thing to know."
"Because it's time for you to begin your training. You're my apprentice, unusual as that may be." He took her hands in his, and after kissing them both, said, "You'll succeed." He lifted her to her feet. She smoothed her dress out a bit, and let her hair lie down in tumbling chocolate locks. "You look as pure as starlight dear one." She laughed.
"We both know that's a lie."
"I didn't say you were as pure as starlight." She shoved him playfully. He chuckled at his own joke, then unbolted the door. "Let's go." She followed.
"'Ello mr. Christian sir. Shall I get you a drink? Oh now 'ere's a pretty lass. You're mistress eh?" said the BARTENDER.
"No and no. We're riding out. We should be back by tomorrow."
"Yer mad Christian. The storms only goin te get worse." Christian grinned, and put his hand behind him for hers. She was terrified. Looking around the room, she realized that over half of it's eyes were focused on her. To them she was an angel, a vision of beauty and purity. She almost seemed to glow against the dirty, dim room. They left the tavern out into the quiet rain. He lifted her up, then climbed on behind her. She smiled as the rain hit her face. It was cool, and each drop seemed to massage her face. They galloped through the town, stopping at the gate. She slid off and opened it. He trotted through it and she followed. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled hre up. She relaxed against him, her satin slippers now caked with mud, along with the hem of her gown. She could see her breath as they raced along the river bank. At the shallowest point, he turned the horse and crossed it. The rain was actually lightening a bit, making it easier to see. She was puzzled when he stopped at the edge of the forest. He gracefully in one motion dismounted. He held his hands up to her and hers gently took them. She tried to get down, but hse misjudged the distance and fell against him. He caught her around the waist and her hands were clasping his shirt.
"Christian, I'm sorry." "that's two in one day. Oh boy." She thought.
"For.?"
"Insulting you. I got a bit embarrassed at being refused and it hurt, you know?" she said blushing. She silently thanked fate for it being night to cover her face. He pulled her to him, cursing her for being so beautiful, caring, and vulnerable. He wanted so much to protect her, just to help her become secure. She pushed away from him and started into the forest. He paused, then followed her. She had begun running, her cape flying behind her, barely making a sound as she crossed the forest floor.
"Sarah, slow down!" he called. He knew he could easily catch her, he'd just have to be tactful.He ventured over to the left, going almost opposite of her .He knew a clearer path that if he was on he could gain speed.
She reached a small clearing, and the rain poured a bit harder, but it seemed like mist settling around her. She looked around her and slowly replaced her hood. She anticipated a surprise attack from Christian and slowly turned her head to every sound she heard. She heard a snort behind her, and felt a breath upon her shoulder. She spun around and at seeing the size of the beast in front of her backed away until she hit a tree. A massive black horse? No. Her eyes were now drawn to the glistening gold horn pointed at her heart. Fury was apparent in the creatures red eyes. She closed hers and prepared to be killed. She then heard a loud galloping sound. A white stallion sprang in front of her. Again, she noticed the horn after realizing it was some form of horse. It's silver mane hung over it's broad neck, dripping rain to the ground. The black one raised his head, and attempted to impale the other. His gold horn was met with the other. Both kicked at each other, forgetting Sarah completely. She gasped when a hand grabbed her shoulder.
"Chistian." She breathed.
"When the black one falls, calm the white. You'll know how when the time comes." She looked at him like her were insane. He kissed her swiftly. "trust me." He ducked awywa. She looked back at the two who were now head to head. She then saw an arrow pierce the black one's heart. It fell down on it's side and lay, kicking, attempting vigourously to get up. Tears mixed with rain and flew down her face.
I like this story.
"Suit yourself." He said. Inside he was torn. He did in fact, love her, but a hunter can't get soft. That and she was already lost to another. Maybe three years later he could retire her and give her back to him, but that was for down the road, and only time would tell what was to happen. He handed her a white cloak with a silver clasp. She refused it. With gentle hands, he locked it around her neck.
"why?"
"Look Sarah, I can't love you. I can't. It just wouldn't work. I'd get emotionally involved and then would be afraid to send you to the -" he stopped, knowing he'd caught her attention. "to them."
"I meant why are we riding out into a storm, but that's also a good thing to know."
"Because it's time for you to begin your training. You're my apprentice, unusual as that may be." He took her hands in his, and after kissing them both, said, "You'll succeed." He lifted her to her feet. She smoothed her dress out a bit, and let her hair lie down in tumbling chocolate locks. "You look as pure as starlight dear one." She laughed.
"We both know that's a lie."
"I didn't say you were as pure as starlight." She shoved him playfully. He chuckled at his own joke, then unbolted the door. "Let's go." She followed.
"'Ello mr. Christian sir. Shall I get you a drink? Oh now 'ere's a pretty lass. You're mistress eh?" said the BARTENDER.
"No and no. We're riding out. We should be back by tomorrow."
"Yer mad Christian. The storms only goin te get worse." Christian grinned, and put his hand behind him for hers. She was terrified. Looking around the room, she realized that over half of it's eyes were focused on her. To them she was an angel, a vision of beauty and purity. She almost seemed to glow against the dirty, dim room. They left the tavern out into the quiet rain. He lifted her up, then climbed on behind her. She smiled as the rain hit her face. It was cool, and each drop seemed to massage her face. They galloped through the town, stopping at the gate. She slid off and opened it. He trotted through it and she followed. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled hre up. She relaxed against him, her satin slippers now caked with mud, along with the hem of her gown. She could see her breath as they raced along the river bank. At the shallowest point, he turned the horse and crossed it. The rain was actually lightening a bit, making it easier to see. She was puzzled when he stopped at the edge of the forest. He gracefully in one motion dismounted. He held his hands up to her and hers gently took them. She tried to get down, but hse misjudged the distance and fell against him. He caught her around the waist and her hands were clasping his shirt.
"Christian, I'm sorry." "that's two in one day. Oh boy." She thought.
"For.?"
"Insulting you. I got a bit embarrassed at being refused and it hurt, you know?" she said blushing. She silently thanked fate for it being night to cover her face. He pulled her to him, cursing her for being so beautiful, caring, and vulnerable. He wanted so much to protect her, just to help her become secure. She pushed away from him and started into the forest. He paused, then followed her. She had begun running, her cape flying behind her, barely making a sound as she crossed the forest floor.
"Sarah, slow down!" he called. He knew he could easily catch her, he'd just have to be tactful.He ventured over to the left, going almost opposite of her .He knew a clearer path that if he was on he could gain speed.
She reached a small clearing, and the rain poured a bit harder, but it seemed like mist settling around her. She looked around her and slowly replaced her hood. She anticipated a surprise attack from Christian and slowly turned her head to every sound she heard. She heard a snort behind her, and felt a breath upon her shoulder. She spun around and at seeing the size of the beast in front of her backed away until she hit a tree. A massive black horse? No. Her eyes were now drawn to the glistening gold horn pointed at her heart. Fury was apparent in the creatures red eyes. She closed hers and prepared to be killed. She then heard a loud galloping sound. A white stallion sprang in front of her. Again, she noticed the horn after realizing it was some form of horse. It's silver mane hung over it's broad neck, dripping rain to the ground. The black one raised his head, and attempted to impale the other. His gold horn was met with the other. Both kicked at each other, forgetting Sarah completely. She gasped when a hand grabbed her shoulder.
"Chistian." She breathed.
"When the black one falls, calm the white. You'll know how when the time comes." She looked at him like her were insane. He kissed her swiftly. "trust me." He ducked awywa. She looked back at the two who were now head to head. She then saw an arrow pierce the black one's heart. It fell down on it's side and lay, kicking, attempting vigourously to get up. Tears mixed with rain and flew down her face.
I like this story.