Prologue Fear seeped into me like the blood to my cloak. Everything seemed like a wild dream before, bucket of cold water was poured on my dreamy state and suddenly I was jolted awake into a harsh reality. How could I have been so foolish? How could I have risked everything like a string in a flame, promising to break, as it did? A string holding up so much snapped and everything, my life came falling apart. How could I have let that happen? I knew it wasn’t completely my fault…If only I hadn’t kept all my secrets. __________________________________________________ Chapter 1 It seemed like a terrible dream, a dream that started fine, good even, but slowly turned into a living nightmare. My life was fine, I wouldn’t change a thing about it…Well, maybe a few, but who cares? I had a horse, a home, a family, and a town I was beginning to be well acquainted with; I was pretty lucky to be completely honest. But it came so fast, how could I come so fast? A war. Who came up with such a thing? To be stripped from your homes and families and sent into a bloody fest wasn’t how you wanted to spend your teenage years, or any years for that matter. But here I was. Sitting on a bench in my living room, staring into the blazing fire while my mother and father share hushed talking. Silent voices were never a good thing, usually they were hiding something from me and my brother, but this time it wasen’t a secret. They were, more then ever trying to prevent us from worrying to much. As you could guess their efforts wern’t quite working. My brother, Col stood at the end of the bench trying to look brave but occasionally you’d see him twitch or strain to maintain looking unphased. I sat on the bench looking sea sick and wobbling back and forth, I didn’t bother trying to remain cool like Col, what did it do anyway? Why try to look un-scared when everyone knows your terrified? Everyone’s scared, so why try to pretend your not? Astrid shifted her weight uncomfortably, the foreboding it seemed was worse then anything actually happening. I figited my fingers as my parents talking became even more worrying, finally they seemed to come to a agreement on something and walked over, their faces glued into creases of anxiety. “Astrid, tomorrow we have something very important for you to do.” Her mother started, which surprised her, since when did she get to do important things? “Your father’s church is worried about their anchient relic, the feel it would be safer in Robertsbridge since the battle is in Winchelsea. Your father is very important in the church, and ideally he would take it but we will be very busy preparing to leave and Col will be training and preparing as well. We’d like you do go to represent our family. Grey will go with you.” Ugh. Grey. My tutor that would rather train a pig then a girl, but at least I got to do something important. For once. “Can you do that…?” Her father asked, his tone implied he was hesitant. “Of course I can!” I snapped, I knew she could, why didn’t they believe it? Even Col looked unsure and I was older then him. My parents walked away to continue another session of whisper talking. ________________________________________________ This is the sneak peek of a book I'm writing If you want to be pinged when I finish it, comment "Flint" I've been working on this book for over a YEAR, still hardly scrapped the surface, its a historic fiction and its way above my level. But I started it and it's such a good Idea I can't give it up. So my plan is to just keep writing even if it's a sucky draft. This is a GIANT draft
