so yay, i got it up. I hope to update this one at least once a week, ive got most of it planned out in my head, but ths is really just an introduction to the charictors
Prologe: A Dream
Sweat dripped down the riders face, blurring his vision under the heavy metal armor he wore. He blinked, and knew they were coming, pressing onward through the pass. They were overrun, sounds of swords clashing, and men groaning all around him. He charged forward trying to get a better view, trying to find anyway of reorganizing the defenses, but his heart and gut sank when he saw the tattered remains of his army and he knew falling back was the only hope. He turned his stallion around, the horse huffing, sweat lathering white all over its body, the rider was looking desperately for some way to let the front know to run, his thoughts were running rampant, how had this happened, they were so well disciplined, yet there lines had broke. He had no idea what troop was where, and the flag and horn managers were lost in the red flow of men forward. He started yelling for the retreat, but wasn't loud enough to be heard over the press of men and swords clashing. He yelled again, calling for the retreat, some around him answered and started running down the hill, the ones behind them followed. He pressed forward, spuring the big stallion onward, to the front, he wouldn't leave men behind, they must be told to retreat, he ran up the lines yelling to retreat, men turning and running backward, it was working. Piercing pain in his left shoulder, the stallion reared, the rider looked down, crimson red blood flowing, he didn't even feel hitting the ground, the feet of his men running past him.
Dakota sat up, covered in sweat, panting. It was still the middle of the night, a small torch's embers glowing on the wall next to him, Dakota closed his eyes, "Liam" he whispered silently, trying to push the image of his brother from his mind. He looked over to his bedside table, empty except for one item, a book, old well used torn up book, that Dakota had read more than a thousand times. "I will end this war for you, I have to end this war for you" he closed his eyes one final time, than stood up. Rekindling the fire in the fireplace, and packing. Changing out of his stately clothing, into old torn up clothes he bought off a servant, and packing anything he could wear that would hide his identity, than tieing a small pouch of gold and silver coins onto the waist band of his tunic. He would slip down to the kitchen while the cook was asleep and pack some food as well, before stealing off, like a thief into the night.
The girl, a small tiny thing, ratted brown hair falling into her eyes, pushed herself further under her mothers bed, trying desperately to cover her ears with the small pillow, the only thing her mom could afford to give her. She tried to imagine herself anywhere but there, in a field picking apples with other children of the house. Trying to drown out the noise from above her, the bed creaking as it rocked back and fourth, the noise of the man groaning, her mother whimpering, as he broke her arm. The yelling when she insisted that she couldn't see him, but he forced his way into the room anyway. Then it suddenly stopped, there was a pounding at the door.
A pounding at the door, and someone yelling. Someone yelling her name, Aden sat up, shaking away the remains of the dream. "Girl!" the voice yelled, "I know yer in ther, yer three days past when ye said yed have the rent. Now I'v got here a way ye can yar it. So make yer self perty, and open this here door ." The pounding got louder. "Girl Im gonna call them cops if ye don't open this damn door riht now."
Aven groaned, "well shit." She said quietly, throwing all of her things together as quickly as she could, slipping her boots on, and the few coins she had into her pocket. Tucking the knife she had knicked off some drunk man into her boot, and slung her pack over her shoulder, as well as carefully grabbing her lute and adjusting the strap behind her back so that it wouldn't get hurt. She looked around the room for a means of escape, not finding any with exception of the window, she sighed deciding she would have to jump. She opened the window as quietly as she could, hopping the inn keeper would be to buisy pounding on the door to here it. Sitting on the window sill she twisted around, grabbed ahold of it and lowered herself down as much as she could before letting go and dropping ten or so feet. The soft ground sucked her boots in, and she fell forward, getting herself filthy, before she managed to get up and make a run to the stables, she came in on a old buckskin, but she knew he wasn't fast enough to make her get away, so she ran past him in the stables, muttering "a horse for a horse right?" under her breath as she saw a new horse to the stable, a big grey stallion. Fairly certain that it belonged to one of the mercaniarys that came into the bar last night and caused her problems she thought it was only fair to take it. So she opened the stall door.
"Damit, that danm girl musta jumped, spread out she wont get far, Im gettin sick of all these freeloders"
Aven smiled to herself, "like hell I wont get far." She didn't wait to saddle the horse, and just clammered up his back, he seemed quite nerves prancing around, but Aven managed to get up before asking him gently to take off. And she was gone. Off into the night, once again.