So, I don't know what you guys thought, but I feel like the first chapter went well : ) I'm pretty sure that for the most part, the story line will follow the same one the game did- just with a LOT more detail, more romance, more etc, etc, etc, you get what I'm saying. Now, I do have plans and twists and what not, so it won't be the same and some stuff will be cut out….buuut…yeah. Stick with me, I'll make it good : ) If you have any ideas, let me know!

Ah, so I honestly don't know how old Logan is when the whole game takes place, so I'm just guessing 25. So our Hero, Lette will be 18 when everything happens- as I read somewhere she was 18 in the game : P I dunno, it works, lol.

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For a fourteen year old, Lette knew how to handle a sword. She wasn't perfect at her skills, but she could handle herself rather well, at least defensively, which was a good start. At least, that's what Walter explained to her. If she could keep her head on, then she could take one off. It had made her laugh.

Life was easy for the most part. Each day was an adventure behind the castle walls. Lette would wake to the happy sound of Jasper's voice- most of the time he woke up Logan, but on occasion, he would come and greet her with the morning. Then, she would meet Elliot in the dining room to gulp down a hearty meal.

The two would then run off to whatever adventure they made up in that moment. In this case, it was practicing fighting hobbes with their dull blades, slashing into imaginary foes.

Elliot grabbed at his chest, suddenly falling to his knees. "Oh! He got me! Lette, he got me!" he exclaimed, falling to the ground.

Lette let out a laughing shriek and hurried to him, hitting the air with her sword. "Back, hobbe, back! Die!" Satisfied with it's death, she knelt down to her companion. "Elliot? Elliot, how bad is it?"

Elliot reached forward, putting a hand behind her head, startling Lette for a moment- she knew that this was a dramatic moment in their playing, but goodness, he was close to her. She could practically feel his breath upon her nose. It wasn't until recently that Lette had begun to notice the freckles on Elliot's cheeks and the way his hair shone in the sun… Or the way he sometimes held onto her hand and his hand was just… She couldn't describe it.

So needless to say, his closeness made her blush.

"Lette," Elliot whispered. "It's bad…I don't think I'm…I'm….GALLLLRGHH…" His head lolled to the side and he stuck out his tongue, crossing his eyes.

He looked so insane, that Lette had to burst out laughing. "Noooooo!" she cried, laughing still, until she had fall back on her heels, sitting on the stone floor.

Elliot sat up, wiping his forehead. "What do you think a hobbe looks like anyway?" he asked, resting his arms on his knees.

Lette shrugged, pushing a strand of her hair behind an ear- why hadn't she listened to a maid and put a pretty ribbon in it or something? Instead it just flipped at her neck, looking scruffy. "I'm not sure," she said, "My dad had a book of creatures and I think I saw one in it," She paused for a moment, thoughtful. "It was very…squishy looking."

Elliot looked disgusted. "Squishy?" She nodded and he shook his head. "That's disgusting."

Lette grinned and reached forward, giving his knee a push. "Afraid of a few squishy, hobbes, Elliot?"

He glared at her, though she knew he wasn't angry with her. "No, I'm not afraid of hobbes. I can't be after all, if we're going to go adventuring."

"You know, Elliot," Lette giggled. "You can just sit back and read, I'll take care of all the nasty hobbes…"

Elliot stood up, his hands at his side as he scowled at her. "That can't happen! I have to protect you, Lette!" He was silent for a moment, watching as Lette got to her feet, and then added in a quieter voice. "I don't want a hobbe to get you. That would kill me,"

Lette stared at him and for years she would remember the way he looked at her then- as if suddenly, she wasn't Lette, the girl who rolled around with him in snow or wrestled him down and made jokes with him about the maids…but…as if she was Lette…the girl who underneath that tom-boyishness was pretty and kind and had the sweetest smile he had ever seen.

She didn't know what to do or say or anything, but she saw that Elliot had turned as red as she felt. He took a step forward, swallowing hard and Lette knew- she just knew what was about to happen. Her first kiss- she had never given it a lot of thought until Elliot; heck, she had thought the whole idea was disgusting until him. Now…now she was curious and with Elliot, she knew it would just feel right.

He leaned forward and Lette closed her eyes. What would it feel like, the kiss? Would it make her feel like she was flying, as she had heard some of the maids talking about?

"Excuse me, miss?"

Lette's eyes opened wide, just in time to see Elliot jolt away from her, his expression confused. She turned to look at the doorway, where Jasper stood.

"Y-Yes, J-Jasper?" Lette stammered, blinking once or twice to bring herself back to reality.

Jasper smiled, giving a little bow. "Your brother has returned, I thought you might like to come greet him,"

Lette's eyes lit up suddenly- Logan, Logan was back? Though they never had a lot of time to spend together, he was her brother, and she admired him. Sure, he wasn't their father- he could never be, but he tried his best. His tax policies made some of the citizen's unhappy but no one could be pleased all at once. For the most part, he was a good ruler and made people smile.

Lette looked over at Elliot, who coughed into his hand. "Yes, you should…you should go see him…" he said quietly, looking anywhere but her.

Lette bit the corner of her lip. "Are you…sure you don't want to come?" she asked, and Elliot shrugged.

"I've never felt like your brother was fond of me," He paused for a moment, then smiled at her, and Lette felt some of her worry lift from her shoulders. "We'll meet after dinner though, finish those hobbes up,"

He gave her a wave and headed away, and Lette watched him go with a little sigh. She heard Jasper clear his throat next to her.

"I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?" he asked with a little smile and Lette shook her head quickly.

"Oh! N-No! We were just…"

"Fighting hobbes again?"

Lette smiled, and gave a little laugh. "Yes. They always get the better of us!"

Jasper laughed a little and the two were quiet as they walked. Jasper looked down at the girl, his expression suddenly uncomfortable. As they arrived at the doors to Logan's study, he spoke, "Now, Lette, I know your brother has been away for some time but I must warn you, he isn't his usual-"

Lette let his words pass over her mind though and she pushed the doors open, rushing into the study. It was a large room, filled with papers and books, a table with a large map on it and red, lavish couches in the corner. A blazing fire had been lit and Logan stood standing over the large table-map, his eyes focused. Her brother, after six, had changed drastically from the fifteen year old boy to the twenty one year old he was today.

But now- now Lette knew she should have listened to Jasper. This was not her brother standing here- this was a man, a man who's face had new scars on it, a face that was lined with age that had been gained in just one journey. She wasn't even sure where he had gone, but he never came back like…this.

"L..ogan…" Lette said quietly, her excitement waning with every step she took into the room.

He finally looked up at her when she made it halfway into the room, and she had to stifle a gasp. His eyes were so dark. She had never seen him look like this. He looked like the stress in his expression and the worry, the concern, so many things, would just crush him down to the floor that very instant.

"You're back," Lette whispered, afraid to speak any louder. "I…I hear you went someplace far this time. Somewhere with sand."

Logan winced slightly- she caught it, and his tone was sharp. "Where I went does not concern you. I'm glad you came here, Lette, there is something I must discuss with you,"

Lette nodded, watching her brother trace his fingers over Albion's land on the map. "From now on, Lette, you will never leave the castle's ground, not for anything, not for anyone," Lette held her voice in her throat. "Keep to your studies and do not listen to what anyone says, do you hear me?"

Lette nodded. "Brother…what…why… Is everything alright-"

"You will, however, double your practice time with Walter. Take my trainer as well, if you like."

These words surprised her. "Why, Logan?" She asked, forgetting the fact that she was trying to be careful with him.

His eyes flashed, remembering something it seemed, that he did not want to remember. He turned sharply, going over to the fire, and placed a hand on the mantel. "Just do as I say, Lette," he whispered.

He turned to her, and Lette saw all the shadows on his face, all the pain that was gathering in his eyes. He looked away from her, back towards the fire and shook his head. "Go get Walter for me," he whispered, closing his eyes. "He and I have lots to discuss,"

Lette turned, meeting Jasper at the door frame. Her hands were shaking and Jasper put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "What happened to him?" Lette asked, looking at Jasper then back over her shoulder at Logan, who seemed transfixed with the fire.

Jasper sighed softly. "I do not know, miss. I fear we never shall. Whatever it was, it was quite profound,"

Lette stared at her brother for a moment more before looking away. She nodded once, then headed down the hall. Something had happened, that was for sure. There had been no joyous reunion of the men and their women and Logan…he wasn't Logan. Not anymore.

A shudder ran over her skin. She would find Elliot. He would cheer her up. Besides, she thought with a smile, they had a lot to talk about anyway.

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Phew! Second chapter for you! Alright, it'll go to present in the next chapter : D