A/N so here's a short chapter that basically is a flashback. It's short because... I have no idea, it's just short.

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Chapter 7:

May:

It's not a story I'd like to remember…

I'm running through the village, on my way to my best friend. I turned 13 last week, and got a bow this year. He made one a few months ago. We are going into the lake in the forest to practise shooting it. Knowing my friend, we'll end up swimming instead. Dressed in a dark green tunic, brown pants and a brown cloak, I run to his house. My hair is braided back like always, and I'm late. Not very late, just like 15 minutes. When I get to his house I'm panting.

"Sorry I'm late, stupid hair wouldn't work with me." I tell him. He just nods.
"No it's okay, I know you May, I've been sitting here the past five minutes. You're always late, so I just guessed it would take you a few extra minutes." He's sitting in a lazy chair on the front porch. He grins at me and gets up.
"Now let's see if you're as good as you say you are."
"Rose, did I ever tell you I'm good? I do remember telling you that I'm terrible and need someone to show me!" I tell him. Dylan gets up and walks to me. His bow is on his back.
"Good you've come to me then." He says with a cocky grin.

"Oh shut up wannabee archer." I tell him laughing. He laughs with me and we start walking. It takes about 10 minutes to get to the forest.
"So, what are you going to do now you're not an annoying young brat anymore?" Dylan says.
"For the record, jerk, I was not an annoying brat. I was an immature brat, and I thought you knew me better than that. I'm going to learn how to use a bow, then kick your ass at it." I grin a little wolfish.
"Oh, come on, no fair. You always beat me at everything! Let me have this one thing." Dylan fake whines. "How can I beat the great and invincible May from Hibernia." To complete it, he does a fake faint, then bursts into laughter.

"Oh, vary manly Dylan, you should become an actor. I almost bought that!" I say. "I don't beat you at everything."
"Name one thing." He says grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, uhm." I start.
"Nothing Greensworth?"
"Shut up and let me think Coullisses." I shove her playfully. "Being a guy."
"Good point, yet that's not fair. Guess again." Dylan says.

"Well, there's my direcrion problem." I say.
"Good one, You even get lost in your own house.." We reach the forest, the lake is just a few more minutes away.
"Is it me or does the forest look a little less dark today?" He asks.
"Nope it's me, The invincible May from Hibernia." I joke.
"Oh shut up brat."
"Jerk.."
"Race you to the lake?" Dylan says.

"You're on!" I say as I take off. I love running in the forest, it feels like home. I don't know why, maybe it's the fox thing, but it does. Within a few minutes I reach the lake. I drop my bow and quiver under an old oak, hidden out of sight, and climb it. When I reach a thick branch I stop and get comfortable. This is going to be fun. A short minute later, Dylan comes running into sight. He looks around, then happily jumps up and down.

"I beat her, I actually beat her!" I takes him a few minutes to calm down. He looks around and walks to the oak I'm sitting in. She sits down below it. Just as I thought. Everytime We go here, he sits down below this tree. I grin, and silently climb a few branches down. When I'm low enough to jump, I jump. I land Just next to him.
"Boo!" I shout.
"AAAh, Damn it May. Don't do that creepy silent thing you do!" He jumps up, swings me over his shoulder and runs to the lake.
"Don't you even dare!" I shriek.
"Oh I will!" He says laughing.
"Then at least let me save my cloak!"

"Fine." He says as he drops me to the ground.
"Ouwch." I say making a fake hurt expression. I quickly remove my cloak, and run back to the oak.
"Oh no you don't." Dylan says. He chases after me. Eventually he catches me and swings me over his shoulder again.
"Thought you could get away brat?" He says.
"Hey just because you're a year older, and a boy than me doesn't mean I'm not faster than you." I say.
"Oh really. So you do know I'm a guy?" He says. Suddenly he drops me and I meet water.
"DYLAN!" I screech. Dylan just laughs. He's standing knee deep in the water and I grin. The perfect opportunity.

"Oh no, what are you grinning at?" He asks. Before he can run I tackle him and he falls in the lake too. I land on top of him and we both laugh.
"Let's get out of the lake before we catch a cold." He tells me. I get off of him and he pulls me up. We walk back to the oak and I sit down under it. I'm shivering and Dylan hands me my cloak.
"Oh so you can be nice." I joke. He shrugs and sits down besides me. I put the cloak around us. We sit in silence for a while, then Dylan speaks up.

"You know, you've been here for about two years." I nod. "And I've known you for about a year and a half." Again I nod. "You know everything about me."
"Yes I do." I say.
"And I know everything about you. And yet I don't." He says.
"Dylan, you're not making any sense again." I tell him.
"I know everything about you. But I have no I idea who you where before you got here." I tense at that. It sucks that I have to lie to my best friend.
"Why did you have to move from Hibernia?" He asks.

"Do you promise not to tell anyone?" I say.
"Why are you some sort of criminal on death row?" He jokes. I don't answer. "Oh god you are a criminal on death row."
"No, I'm not a criminal. Just promise not to tell anyone." I say.
"Okay I won't tell anyone. Now tell me." He says.
"I had to leave Hibernia because of what I am." Dylan was going to say something, but I cut him off. "No let me finish." He nods.

"My family has a gift, or a curse depends on the moment. We're… different from others. And before you think it has to do with black magic, it doesn't. My family and I are shapeshifters. I don't know how, I don't know why. We just are. My fater and brother can turn into a wolf, my mother into a deer, and I into a fox. Before you ask, the animal you can turn into reflects your soul. My mothers is pure and kind, so she's a deer. Mine is cunning, lively and bright. Appearantly." I stop talking, and after a long awkward pause Dylan starts to laugh.

"You must be joking." He says. I sigh, and get up.
"Fine, I'll show you." I say. He signals me to go on. Obviously not convinced. I close my eyes and shift. Soon I'm in my fox form in front of him. A red vixen, with black eartips, red coat, and a white tipped fluffy tail. I look at him with my golden eyes. He stares at me mouth agape. I change back.

"I did tell you about it." I say. Before I can do anything else, Dylan runs away.
"Damn." I shift and run after him. As a fox I'm much faster. I see him and jumo on his back. He falls and I shift back.

"You promised not to tell!" I say

"Get away from me!" He hisses. "Get away from me demonspawn." I look at him shocked. Did he just call me demonspawn? Dylan takes the opportunity to run once again. I manage to get a hold on myself, eventually. I shift again, wow I keep doing that, make up your mind! and run to my house. I have to warn them. I pass Dylan on my way, but I ignore him. I reach my house storm in, then shift back.

"Mother! Father! Daniel!" I shout. "We have to go! Dylan found out and he's on his way to tell everyone!" I run upstairs and start to pack. Fast. I shove most of my clothes in a bag and get another one for my books. My parents nor Daniel come asking what happened, we've done this before so they'll be packing theirselves. In 20 minutes we all stand outside packing the horses. I'm putting my bags on Mercury, my horse. Another 5 minutes later we ride away from the village. We got my cloak and bow in the forest and I'm looking behind me one last time. There's a group of villagers running to our old house. All they would find is emptyness. And it's all my fault.

"We went to auraluen after that." I finish telling the story to Horace. I'm staring into the nearly dead fire.
"It's not your fault May. It really isn't" Horace says.
"Yes it is, If I hadn't told Dylan..."
"Then someone else would have found out. It's not your fault." Horace says.
"Thank you Horace, for a dumb knight, you're pretty wise." I say.
"Thanks" Horace says. "Hey!"

A/N So Horace can be wise!

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