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i should have put this first, sorry! but anywho. you're comments are making me all TYVM ..the story is quite long, and recently i've added magic to the whole ordeal-(wow i cannot belive how much more i got into after that!) i've made up my own like, 'way' of using magic and stuff ...i'm jsut real excited and i can't wait to get my pen to the paper.. take care all. gtg ready for work! (fyi its sad- just wanted to prepare you..my BF said it was too sad.)

It was a long, cold autumn night. The moon is small and the stars are few. A house, with smoke rising from the chimney, sits unlit at the end of a road in the village. It was a magnificent house. All are sleeping. All are quiet. The only sounds heard are horseshoes hitting the dirt path a distance away, at a fast gallop. A young girl lay in her bed fast asleep. Her parents in the other room, asleep as well. The maid in her room, getting ready to go to sleep after finishing up a chapter in her most prized possession, a book. She was learning to read. The young girl was teaching her. She had just blown out the last candle when she heard a noise outside. Her heart jumped and her stomach fell. She just knew something was wrong. She quickly began to search for her smock. Once she finds it she heads upstairs.

The maid never reached the top of the stairs before they found her. They quickly covered her mouth, and wrapped her up in a sack then took her back downstairs. She heard others running around the house. First the child screaming is heard. Then the mothers scream. The father yells. A loud commotion is heard next. It is the father and some men fighting. Though, soon it goes silent, except for the loud men voices shouting for the family to be silent.

Soldiers arrive with a carriage in tow just in time, as the men are marching the family out of the home. One by one they are tied and bound and tossed into the carriage locking them inside. The soldiers mount their horses and the carriage and they are off just as quickly as they arrived. The family wasn't seen or heard from again in weeks.

The battle had begun with the silent killing of an innocent. No crime of immoral or wicked act had been committed. A single blade to the neck, and she was gone. No screaming from her lips. Only tears fall from her eyes as she looked on, out at everyone standing by watching her death. She was pressed down into a kneeling position. They tied her down. Then, in moments, the head of the woman falls to the ground without a sound. Out of her eye, two more tears fall.

Screams and cries are heard off in a locked carriage. A small, young voice is crying so vociferously. A girl, the age of 11 is locked and chained inside the carriage along with her father. She just witnessed the death of her mother. The girls' father is to be executed next. He is holding his daughter, squeezing so hard. She is bawling and trembling uncontrollably in his arms. His cries are matching hers. He just watched them behead his wife. He knows what it next to come. His death. He knew his daughter would have to watch that at well. The pain he felt, no one should feel.

He had one last option. He would use his death to free his daughter; he holds her head in his hands and looks down at her. "Auvi, I need you to listen to me now. I know it hurts, you can cry later I promise, I just need you to listen to me now. I'm going to undo your ropes, turn around, toward my back." She does as she told, but still upset. Now, "when they pull me out of here, I want you to jump out behind me as fast as you can. I'll cause a distraction, to try and give you time. You need to run. Run as fast as you can. Get away from here. Stop crying now; I need you to do this! Can you do this my girl?" "Yes Father, I can. I don't want you to go like they did Mother. Please, run with me!" She pleads. "I've got it; pull your right arm, there. Now get over behind the door there" He says, pointing at the corner with his head. "I cannot run with you. I'm tied up, you can run faster than me, I'm an old man remember?" "No, I did not mean it. You can run fast!" The child is still crying. Her father was referring to a joke she used to make before any of this happened. When things were great and she was happy. "Please come with me father!" "I'm sorry, but I need to go take care of Mother, you will be fine. Reeves will come for you. You can trust he will. I know he will. He will take care of you. No tears come now." He was staring at her, the way fathers do. He only cared for her life and safety. His only job now was to ensure she got a chance to run. She was an extremely fast runner. He was sure, if she got the chance to run, she would make it.