Hopefully you like my story yes this is a CATO/UN fic, i've recently fallen in love with cato fan fics and heres hopefully im going to do it justice. so hopefully you like it. :D

Soul Mates

1679- August 1st- England

I sit and stare at the fireplace which was only lit a couple of hours ago, the burning embers from the once previous logs reminding me as to what I am doing. What I am sacrificing. My stone home stands still as the summer storm thrashes against the glass and wood windows. A just audible knock at the door signals my return to reality as I move my fingers delicately against each stone to make my way forward towards the door to the unknown person who awaits my answer. I feel the grain of the wood as my hand slides down towards the handle. The fabric of the dress I am wearing now dirty from sitting so close to the fireplace, I straighten myself out, fix my hair and swat away the creases I formed while staring deeply into the dangerous flames. Another knock more urgent this time shatters my concentration, on what really I don't know, but it brought me back to the reason why I am standing at the door. My shaking hand grabs hold of the door knob; I twist it ever so slowly to not wake my father up from his slumber as I answer the awaiting person at the front of my house.

A hand pulls the door in so forcefully that it nearly breaks of the hinges. A man in a black coat barges into my 'was' quite home and makes himself comfortable on the rutty couch within close proximity to the fireplace. Angrily I shut the door, he should know better than to be so forceful and forward, as I stalk forward I take more notice at to what he has with him and his crushed appearance.

I step towards him gently, hand forward as I brush his wet black hair out of his face. I stare intently into every crevice and scar he has gotten over the long time we have known each other. This boy, no man in front of me is why I cannot sleep at night, why my days are full of dreams which in return get me punished. I lunge forward into his awaiting arms and look towards his beautiful eyes. His left eye not fully opening by a scar made long ago. I remember when he got it, still after 12 years I remembered it was clear as day.

'Elizabeth, be careful baby I want you to take care' my soft brown eyed mother cooed as she twisted strands of my hair back into a beautiful bun.

'But mother all the other boys in my year are going hunting to help their fathers? And their mothers don't say to them be careful, I'm just as strong as them mother, oh please say that I am as strong as them?' I twist myself around to look into my sick mothers embrace, hear pale skin radiated as I hugged her to tell me what I wanted to hear.

Her soft laughter rung towards my ears as she hugged me tighter against her in a protective sort of way. Her mouth just a couple of centimetres from my ear,

'I, Elizabeth cannot tell you that because you are so much stronger than all those other boys, not by strength but by heart, you care so strongly for people and so determined to fight people for what is right, and sweetheart that is the strongest of strong anyone can be.' She picked up my head so we are face to face now 'You my daughter are the strongest of them all.'

I sit back and watch my mother breath as she watches me prepare for the night ahead. I notice a tear fall down her rose cheeks a tear shed for her only daughter.

'My sweet please be careful I would never know what I would do without you, and your father as well you are everything to us, Elizabeth, please remember that you are what we cherish most.' Her mother sighed.

'Yes mother, father would never let any harm happen to me while we are hunting we both know that, he is fiercely protective of me, never letting anyone near me at all, but sometimes I wish he wasn't like that.' I sigh as I hear my father's boots hit across the floor step by step as they stop outside the door and my father's face shines into the room.

'Elizabeth, its time sweetheart, let your mother rest while we capture food for the next week, make sure you have your bow and arrow sweet better be with it at all times just in case okay?' I nod in answer towards my father. I quickly give my mother a kiss on the cheek and wave goodbye as we make our way into the forest just outside our village.

We stand in a clearing about 20 metres diameter with giving us all a little space to move and follow plans as followed. There are about 10 men and their sons. All of which are tall and strong, with fierce fighting potential then theirs me, a girl, skinny with brown hair and light brown eyes which as my mother tells me turn green whenever I'm upset or angry. All the boys are in hunting clothes some are which too big for them but, they don't mind.

I look around the clearing for my father when my eyes find one particular father and son pair; they are so different from all the others they stand near a tall oak tree at the far of the clearing. The father has a menacing smirk upon his face which is quite threatening and a scar along the side of his mouth which makes when he smiles even more terrifying. I cannot keep looking at this father, so my eyes move towards the son, small yet so strongly built, his posture may need a little work, but it suits him rather well. His long black hair covers most of his face but you can tell by the stance he has that he doesn't want to be here, let alone around his intimidating father.

A warm hand finds its way to my back guiding me forward the giant group of men who are ready to find meals for their family. I look up at my father who shares the same look as every other father except the one family near the tree. Father clears his throat to demand attention from all the other families in sign of respect 'Alright gentlemen, tonight he hunt for our families, our wives and for us.' I shake, understanding now what my father had meant that all the other men look up to him as a leader, he has so much compassion and empathy for anyone no matter what they look like, or what they have done.

'We meet back here at morning break; we calculate what can be rationed and what can be saved. We will split into pairs spreading our hunting ground father into the forest. Now everyone make a pair' my father's booming voice ordered, it was funny to watch grown men find a partner to go with, it was like when we were at school and had to partner up with someone, it was quite difficult to decide who you would like to go with.

I looked towards my father as he bounds his way up towards the man who was standing at the oak tree, terrified a jogged to keep up with him.

'Terrance, are you sure it's wise to take your only child and let alone a female out with us hunting?' the man asked my father while his son sat looking at the grass.

Before my father could utter a word I spoke up 'Sorry sir, I'm well aware of that I am a child and that I am in fact female, there is no need to point that out because I know. Yet, you may not know that I have a temper to rival a bull and that I am a brilliant shot with my bow and arrows, you sir think you have the right idea, but I know that I am going to be going hunting weather you like it or not.' I seethe out at him in a fit; I cannot help it, when people think I am incapable of not taking care of myself.

The man looks a little taken back and angry because of what I have said to him. My father puts a heavy hand onto my shoulder telling me silently to settle down and take control of my emotions, because with emotions becomes a weak person, and a weak person is not a person made for hunting. I just want to show my father what I am capable of, making him proud of me.

My father looks around at all the men before him 'Alright men, lets settle up and find us some food'.

About 5 hours into our hunting my bottom starts to sting because of the movement with the horses and also the fact that I don't even have a sattle to sit on while riding the beautiful horse. Me and the son of the man I stood up too stay behind the two full gown men, fatigued and exhausted as we keep the horses following our fathers.

My father eventually turns around and sighs 'How about you two sit here and we will be back do not go wondering off okay? It isn't safe, just sit and keep the horses company alright?' We both nod in understanding and climb off our horses and tie them to a branch. The forest is bright green and luscious during the day, but the night time brings a chilly and creepy air to it, it is so dark and mysterious the way the leaves blow around casting shadows of people, animals and even blobs around the area in which we are now situated in. I sigh as I find a flat rock to have a rest on and close my eyes to the calm yet scary forest in which surrounds me. I must of fell asleep because the next thing I knew was that one of horses escaped. I look around for the boy who was with me, he must have taken the horse and left me here alone. I look around in circles trying to identify in which way he went or where I am. I hear a rustling noise from behind a bush.

'Hello, is anyone there?' as I took a step forward towards a rather large bush. I can identify the bush now as I am closer; it's a raspberry bush, the berries so red like blood. I hear another shake of the bush then a growl. Not a soft growl, a big wolf growl as two yellow eyes looked at me from behind the bush. The horse makes so much sound that I'm sure I didn't even hear myself scream as the wolf jumped out in front of me. Too quickly to understand I had my back against a tree while the dark wolf with yellow eyes circled the perimeter eyeing me as its dinner. I swallow the lump that has formed within my throat. I lick my lips for moisture, not really understanding what that's going to be doing me any good when I die in a matter of minutes. I think quickly for ways I can defend myself. I look for my bow and arrows, the last place I put them was in the sattle on the horse I was riding, I look towards the horse that was close by yet still out of reach for my bow and arrows, and brought up nothing when I looked. The boy must have my horse, I will haunt him for the rest of my internal life if I die, and he has my only chance for survival. All movement stops as I am aware now that my life is about to end, the wolf licks his lips in anticipation and jumps. I shut my eyes and scream.

Yet I don't feel a thing, I slowly open my eyes to the horrid sounds I am hearing.

There is the boy with a sword so big that it seems too heavy for him to lift, but I lift's it with such ease and precision which is a little terrifying. The wolf retaliates back with his sharp claws scratching him in the face. I scream again in worry this time for the boy.

Yet, nothing can stop this boy from stabbing the wolf through the chest. Its over, the wolfs attack is over. So many questions arise in my head, like, where did he come from, how did he know how to wield a sword, why does he look so handsome panting and sweating from the fight? Hold on handsome?

I fight my inner monologue to see if the boy is okay, I sit beside him as he lays down on the cool ground. I grab his head and put it into my lap. I stare that is all I am capable of doing right now, staring into the eyes of the person who saved me.

'Thank you' I say without even realising. He just nods and says 'No problem, my name is Michael' My hand reaches Michaels face and moves his dark and sweaty hair out of his eyes, wow, they are the bluest I have ever seen so much so that they could be called sapphire, a rare stone my mum has from a present my father gave to her. He watches me as well. This boy and his dark hair and sapphire blue eyes saved my life and I will always be in his debt.

'Do you have to keep looking like that at me Liz, it's like the forest incident all over again' Michael chuckles.

I frown again coming back repeatedly from a memory. 'Why are you here Michael, you know we can never be together, no matter how strongly we feel for each other?' I sigh and look towards the fire.

I hear a sigh and hands are put to my face and they bring me to face him. 'I know, don't you know that, I have known that for my whole life. I notice you before that hunting trip I used to watch you when you were little skipping around the village picking flowers or clutching a helpless bird with a broken wing to bring back to your house. Do you not understand how hard it was for me to keep away from you, how hard it is for me now, but I need you to understand I love you Elizabeth, I truly love you, screw what destiny says because you are my destiny' Michael lows his head and as soon as he touches my lips we burst into flames, I get pulled to one side of the room crying for my love.

'No matter what Michael, just know I love you.' I scream through my cries as my body burns in the flames.

And as my eyes are about to close into the darkness, I hear 'I will always find you Liz, no matter what I will find you, even if it takes eternity, you are the only one for me.'

Then and there to I stop breathing. Yet I can still hear the poem that I have known my entire life sing.

One journey towards another,

Two lovers will forever be separated,

Only one can cure the other,

And when the time comes,

The lovers will reunite,

With a passion so bright,

That not even the flames can play,

When the couples unite,

Together with might,

The curse may be broken,

Until then my friend,

This couple will always end.

AN: Thank you to everybody that has read it, please review :D I really love those :D all you have to do is click a little button and say you like it, any way, if anyone is confused as to what is happening, it will show itself in time, just wait :D