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One month on from a very memorable early morning, a young girl sat in a meadow on the outskirts of her family's land, wistfully watching the world pass her by. Sophie had been sitting making daisy chains for the past couple of hours and she had been desperately been trying to avoid the visitors who were now in her home.
Mr. and Mrs. Broadfield were old family friends so Sophie had been cursed with their presence for many years. Well not completely cursed, Mr. Broadfield was quite a kind man, and avid lover of nature and art, the problem was his wife. Mrs. Cornelia Broadfield was like Sophie's mother multiplied by one hundred. She was harsh, judgmental, and likely to fly in a temper when argued with.
Sophie preferred to hide out in the farmyard when they arrived. She genuinely hated the younger two Broadfield children, Angela and Nadine, the previous sixteen, the latter ten. They were beyond spoilt and this had turned them into nasty, vindictive little monsters. Last year Angela had harshly kicked one of the dogs in the ribs when she had tripped over him, causing Sophie to roundly box her ear and swing the girl around by her auburn hair.
Mrs. Jameson refused to acknowledge her daughter for a week after, making remarks that Sophie was a thug who was disgracing the family name. James remarked that if Angela had been a boy he would have kicked him up and down the driveway, causing Mrs. Jameson to fly into a rage, screeching her children were savages.
So Sophie had come to the conclusion it was safer to hide some where else to avoid a scrap with the Broadfield daughters. As Sophie sat an unmistakable scent surrounded her. The smell of burning wafted from behind her and Sophie turned to see smoke rise from behind a group of trees.
Her eyes widen, that must be the Synott house she whispered. Leaping up and hitching up her skirts she ran full pelt across the field, anxious to help. Clambering over the fence she tore through the trees and across a small meadow. Reaching the stone wall a sight made her stop to a standstill. Before her the Synott farmhouse burned, which was watched by the Synotts and twelve Green Dragoons.
Sophie did not have to search through the men to see the Colonel; he was unmistakable, sitting upon his chestnut charger watching the proceedings. Mrs. Synott sat on the ground as her daughter tried to comfort her, while Mr. Synott watched with a face of thunder. "And the barn" barked Tavington, and Sophie watched one of the men set the building ablaze.
Turning to the family he said coldly, "now maybe you shall remember this next time you insult King George and associate with rebel scum" The malice in his voice and eyes chilled Sophie to the bone, surely this could not be the same man from four weeks previous?
She was snapped back to the present when Tavington ordered the men to leave and soon all there was were the Synott family and Sophie. Running to them Sophie prayed that this was a huge misunderstanding but in her heart she knew the truth.
"Mr. Synott" she cried, reaching his side. "Sophie" he sighed. "What ever happened here" she asked. "We were visited by the butcher that is what has happened" he said sadly. Sophie's head turned as she saw her father and some of the stable hands gallop up the drive, they must have seen the smoke.
"The butcher?" she asked, her eyes searching his. "Yes an evil English tyrant, he is in charge of those Dragoons" Mr. Synott began to walk towards Sophie's father, "We're lucky" he sighed, "Lucky?" she continued. "He would have no problem butchering us, hence his name, he slays with out thought in battle, there are so many stories that go about he is turning into a legend of sorts".
Sophie stood shocked, this could not possibly be the same man, but she remembered the chill that went through her body earlier. Watching the men talking she went to console the Synott women. Her hero of sorts had turned out to be a monster; Sophie's head was running a mile a minute, trying to sort facts.
This could not be she asked herself, but she knew facts did not lie. Her little fantasy was gone and Sophie knew that it was impossible to regain………………………….