A/N: And what is this I see? An update! O yes. Abigale's P.O.V. this time. Five years after Jen's (my nick name for the maid) P.O.V in the prologue.

Chapter 1

Thunder erupted and lighted the star painted sky and voices approached.

"Holy Heaven on high!"

Moving deeper into the unknown, I ran to the forest's protective embrace.

"I give them my love and this is what they do? Hunt me down!" I shout into thin air. Even better if they can hear me. Try as they might to shackle me down now, soon I'll be in the shelter of the trees, where even the brightest torches can not penetrate the deep abyss. Thunder cracks and splits my concentration. With all this rage sobs still replaced my breath and tears mix with the rain creating a torrent of water and salt, only dragging down my soaked tunic more. The forest's shadow looms over me and cascades through the rain, pulling me in. Branches and overgrowth bar my way but still I stumble over them gaining cuts and searing pain with the singular mind to reach my sanctuary. Wind and tears sting my exposed skin and my cream tunic no longer serve its purpose of warmth and cover. Numbly I climb nearer to the branches of the unknown.

Hands clamped tight over my icy ears I can no longer tell how close they are. Then all at once everything goes wrong. More light erupts, trees fall and crash to the ground. The earth shakes and releases its rage. Voices shout heavier than the thunder enveloping everything within in its mighty grasp. In a last attempt to save myself from Earth and Man alike I duck behind the first tree that serves as decent shelter.

My heart leaping out of my chest I can hardly tell if there's any sound from nearby. All I hear is the loud thud of my heart. After a while my heart calms down, but the thudding continues. Crouched on my haunches, preparing to run I try to be entirely alert and in control of my pulse and senses. Hearing a thunderous crack I turn around in time to see a once loved but now hated and familiar face disappear behind a heavy tree. Pain surges through out my entire being and then everything begins to fade and all sounds become shrill as I sink into unconsciousness.

Then I awake with a heavy start

Remembering to breathe I take a gulp of fresh warm air. No longer thick and chilled.

Opening my eyes I look up to meet the soft green of leaves and sun dancing between their currents. Disoriented I sit up and start to the cool brook near my resting place. The cool water is refreshing against my hot, sweaty face. Bracing myself against the edge of the water current I gaze at my reflection in the shallow water. I consider what I just relived. I had hoped never to visit that place again, even in my dreams, not to mention night horrors. It held only misery and disgust for me.

I loathe even the idea of the place. The cold shadow of a mighty house against the backdrop of a heavy sun then disappearing into the unknown world of ancient enchantment and trees. The very vision brought pricks to my skin. Slightly disorient Gazing back at the water reflection I examine myself. As I view the piercing green eyes staring back at me something catches my attention behind my left shoulder. As my eyes shift a tall figure inches back. A face that looms in my dreams. I feel at my waist for my dagger. Hoping the visitor hasn't noticed my awareness of him. I seethe at the idea of him being the last thing in my dreams and then the first thing in my waking hours. Touching the cool metal of the dagger I grip its hilt in a death grip and turn on my victim.

Feet planted in the soft soil I search between the trees, but there is nothing there. Nothing unsettled. Birds singing their joyful morning song sit in the trees. Rubbing my forefinger against my thumb I wait unmoved. Then I realize, 'Birds singing?'. Had there been anyone there their silence would have told me. I collapsed at the side of the brook again.

"I'm going crazy!" I shout out to no one, breaking the cold surface of the water with my fist. Then lowering it back relaxed as to form the cup I've used for the last three years. Three years spent running from the people that had taken me in. Near freezing water was never before so welcome. I sigh as it freezes my teeth and bringing me to my senses and pulling me from memories

Water slid down my face and made my cheek feel like it was warming from the inside out. A rather strange sensation, but one to fit my mood just as well. I let the chill pass through my being and sit and watch the sun playing through the leaves. A flutter of wings passes through the leaves among the kisses of the light and landed next to me on a small snapdragon.

"Is this really to be my future?" the little butterfly I was questioning paused as if to look at me as say ' you poor pitiful thing', then it fluttered off again giving not another thought to my presence and situation.

"Am I to rot away while you fly free away form this place?" Its pulsing wings mocked me and the little butterfly disappeared in the light of the trees above once more.

I think not. I will yet be great. I will yet fly higher than those silly little wings. I will make my way and become the light by which everyone lives by, that light everyone clings and to and strives for. Just you wait.

And with those final whims my time in the forest ended. I set out over to my sheltering tree and grabbed my satchel. My very few belonging settled inside. A care kit for my daggers. A change of breeches and a tunic. A locket that supposedly belonged to my mother and a leather bound book my father gave me the day before they left me forever. I tried so many different times to throw them away or give them to a nearby peasant, but however hard I tried to hate them and disgrace their gifts, I couldn't. I had loved my parents and the fact that they had abandoned me couldn't change that. So on I went with a burdened satchel and a feather light heart. I was going to make a new start. The start of something that was so full of awe I could hardly even imagine what it would be. But I would get it all the same. I would get it.

A/N: I just wanted to thank all of you who have reviewed. It makes me do a happy dance every time I see them. And a special thanks to Seritha. Thanks for all your help. You make me do a very special happy dance. Like Carlton on Fresh Prince.haha.

Ok now to clarify. Yes I said Five years after prologue and in the story it said three for usage of her hand as a cup….did anyone catch that? K well here's clarification. ". Three years spent running from the people that had taken me in."

As you may begin to see there are stories with in the story. Which will all be revealed in due time.

Thanks again. I Love you all mucho. Keep on keepin on… And reviewing XD