CHAPTER 1:

The wind blew Lishay's hair in front of her face. The smell of the ocean filled her with bitter satisfaction. Every mile was one step closer to revenge. One step closer to victory.

She was supposed to be dead. Shane's sister who had wrought havoc on Greenhaven while her brother mercilessly slaughtered thousands with his army overseas. Gerathon had supposedly killed her.

But rumor had it she was still alive.

Alive and in Trunswick.

North western Eura was famous for it's willingness to grant asylum, and even more so for keeping its secrets.

But only to an extent.

Every citizen knew their secrets, learnt from knights, learnt from handmaidens and valots, learnt from Lords and Ladies, Kings and Queens, Lairds. All it took was one leak to expose a secret that could end them, that could loose a war, that could break hearts. One leak in their bowl of secrets.

All you needed was a jar to catch what leaked out.

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A scream awoke Lishay from her fitful sleep. She rolled out of her hammock, grabbing her bow and quiver as she landed in a crouch. She rushed out onto the deck, sheathing a Katana on her back.

Lishay looked up at the sound of a horn, three deep blasts wailing through the night.

One blast, enemies. Two blasts, allies. Three blasts, pirates.

She knocked an arrow on the string of her bow, ready to draw the string. Not a second later, Lishay heard a heavy thump and spun around to see a dark silhouette looming over the side of the boat, a grappling hook on the deck. Their movements were fluid. Their black cloak billowed out behind them in the wind. Lishay drew back the string of her bow, arrow trained on her target.

"Garg 'nuair dhùisgear! Garg 'nuair dhùisgear! Garg 'nuair dhùisgear!" The figure started chanting. It was a woman, Lishay realized. The woman had a deep voice, with a unique, yet familiar accent. She was tall, with broad, square shoulders. In the light of the rising sun Lishay could see that her hair was incredibly dark brown with red highlights, her eyes dark around the edges of her irises while amber and gold towards the center. There was something so familiar about her, though she was so different.

The woman's chant continued, and voices rose all over the ship, the same chant, the same words, a ghostly reflection of this woman's words.

The clash of swords rang out and the chanting ceased. Lishay spun and loosed her arrow. It penetrated the chest of a pirate across the deck.

Honestly, what you had to go through for some decent revenge.

She jerked her katana out of it's sheath and whirled to meet the blade of the woman pirate. Lishay struck the blade hard, though the woman remarkably kept her grip. She had an engraved Kaskara blade with a pattern of a falcon soaring up to the moon and stars above a forest of trees cloaked in vines, with a river flowing wildly below. An otter spun through the water.

The pirate swung her blade again and the song of metal on metal echoed across the water.

Hey! So, as promised, here is the next chapter. I now will not update until I get eight more reviews. Yeah, I'm evil like that X). Hope you liked it! If you have any Ideas for this fic, or even a plot for another fic, please PM me with it, or leave it in a review. :) -IADS