Post by NiteShadow on Feb 2, 2005 19:28:58 GMT -5
The story of Breanna I come from another world in shreach of Killers of her family.
I will try to start from as close to the begining as I can. I came from a loveing and working family, our homestead was outside Cove, I and my family all lived close and helped each other with working the land. My father Silas was a great Carpenter and Blacksmith who me being a (Tomboy) my sweet Father taught me those trades as well . My Mother Alisha who I adored so much was a Seer and a very gifted Wiccian and she taught me the ways of the Aracneing Arts, I was egar to learn all she could teach.
I was the oldest of the children of my parents. My youngest Sister Serena was given to another family due to hard times, I thought of her always and never forgot that she was out there in the world somewhere. My parents tried to find her and bring her home but the family moved and we never saw her again. But I know deep in my heart my sister was still alive and well I just pray to the gods that she remembers that we love her and want her home with us.
I was out in the fields seeking herbs and other items my mother Alisha need to make some spells. It was a beautiful day and I was just enjoying the day the brids were singing to me and it seemed like a perfect day, laying down on the sweet smelling earth watch the sky I don't think I ever say such a beautiful day. I must
have lost track of tim then I all of the sudden I seen black smoke blowing across my beautiful sky I jumped up and seen smoke raiseing from were my home and family was.
I ran as fast as I could towards my home. by this time it was almost totally dark from the time of the day and the smoke of my families homes buring. I got down on the ground and crawled closer to our little compound. Hearing screams from voices that I knew all to well my family all my loves ones. I looked up and and saw all these strangers torching our homes, killing my family right in front of my eyes. One of them I could tell was the leader of these murders from the fire I could see his face, He had bright red hair and a long scare on his left side of his face he spoke in a strange accent and sometimes in a differnt languge. I could not do anything
to help, I had to think of my daughter who was with an older couple helping them and caretakeing for them. So I stayed where I was I must have gone into shock hearing all the screams knowing I had no chance against such a large group of evil men. I swear at that moment to the Gods that I would have my revenge against these evil men and That Red headed devil.
Once all got quiet and the devils left I somewhere deep inside my soul found the streaght to look for what was to my horror what was left of my family. I stoped in my tracks and droped to my knees and say thru the tears my daughter Cadiane laying striped and dead out in the drit and my mother and my other sisters also the thought what had been done to them and what they went thru their last hours was something I could not think about at that time things needed to be done. I find my father u could see he fought just like a great warrior could he was a great swordsman, But arrows where had to fight off, I kept looking for more I found my husband he had been torched and dismenberd . Crying and just walking like a ghost hateing that .... animal with the blazing red hair and scare. I hateing myself for not knowing Cadiane was there and I am still alive wishing I had stood up and fought like my husband and father had taught me then I would be with my family now, but only after takeing few with me before I they got me.
I found a shovel and a pick and found the nicest place and I started digging one by one I washed and dressed my sisters and my beloved Mother and covered them and in linen and placed them each in a grave. then went and cared for the men the same way, except it was much harder with my husband Alexister since he was dismemeberd. I cried not even relizeing it anymore . Just trying to care for my family and and hateing myself for still being alive. Sweraing over their graves that I would get revenge and drink the blood of that red haired devil when I kill him I found a reson to stay alive Revenge
The next thing I knew I was woken by a slight little noise. I jumped up screaming praying that it was all a horriable dream. But I looked around and knew I was not in my bed and was screaming aloud. Then my eyes fixed on a women who was sitting close to me next to the bed I was in, thru the tears and hearing her voice I relized It was the healer wiccain who went by the name of India I screamed for her tell me that I was just dreaming that those things did not happen.
She held my hand and softly like my mother had done many times, that thought just made me jump back away from her tears just falling down my face seeing in her eyes that I was not dreaming. She told me that when the towns ppl found me laying over the seven graves, and in deep shock that I was bought here for her to care for me.Talking to me in a clam manner I could see her lips moveing but I could only hear the screams of the Souls of my family. Knowing I will always carry those sites and sounds to my Death.. I must have fainted Lost in my mind hearing the screams and the sites of all that horror. And the face of the man that was the cause of it all the Celt with the blazing red hair and that long scare on his left side of his face. I dare not call him a man for a man would not so such things
knowing. Some of my family died fast but some where not so lucky to have a quick death *remembers the screams of my sisters and my mother*.
Wakes again, and gts up slowly and dresses herself and goes into the main room and I dana was sitting there looks sadly towards ask me to sit and she talks to tell me that I had been here for 5 weeks under her care. I stand thanking her for all she had done for me and her kindness. She told that many homes had been , attacked by these devils, *thinks will not be hard to follow there trail even they have a 5 week head start on me.
"India I need to ask for your help once more* looks around the room* would u beable to spare some bread and cheese and looking around again a Sword"
She looks puzzled and then fear somes across her face she runs to me and holds my shoulders, No child u can not do what you are thinking of it will only get u killed child.
She seen the look in my eyes , and relizes my eye color has changed that they where a deep purple now and she was not going to change my mind. She takes a sak
and walks around and gathers some bread and cheese for me and sits it on the table. Goes into the other room and brings out a sword I could tell from the way it was wraped in a blanket abd hands it slowing to me. I open
the cloth and tears welp up. I see it is the sword my father had made just me. I felt the the pride the day my father gave it to me it seems so very long ago. India hugs me tightly and "whispers child do not choose this path" I tell her I didn't make the choice it was laid in my hands and it is something I must do. That Devil Celt will stop destorying ppls lives like he has done mine and so many other."
He has five weeks head start on me I must be going , India follows right behind me, she whistles and a black nitemare by the name of Shadowfax hands him over to me and says he will help protect me he has magic powers, I turn and give India a huge hug"whispers my thanks again for all she has done for me. India told me that they had headed north.
I jumped on the back of shadowfax and he looks to me and seems to be able to read my mind. And jumped into a galupe following the trail of blood bath that these animals have left in there path.
I have tracked him for many yrs now which brought me to here. Still shreaching for that blazing red hair and scare. And all the time shreaching for my sister Serena in hopes to find a small part of my blood line will not end with me.............................
I will try to start from as close to the begining as I can. I came from a loveing and working family, our homestead was outside Cove, I and my family all lived close and helped each other with working the land. My father Silas was a great Carpenter and Blacksmith who me being a (Tomboy) my sweet Father taught me those trades as well . My Mother Alisha who I adored so much was a Seer and a very gifted Wiccian and she taught me the ways of the Aracneing Arts, I was egar to learn all she could teach.
I was the oldest of the children of my parents. My youngest Sister Serena was given to another family due to hard times, I thought of her always and never forgot that she was out there in the world somewhere. My parents tried to find her and bring her home but the family moved and we never saw her again. But I know deep in my heart my sister was still alive and well I just pray to the gods that she remembers that we love her and want her home with us.
I was out in the fields seeking herbs and other items my mother Alisha need to make some spells. It was a beautiful day and I was just enjoying the day the brids were singing to me and it seemed like a perfect day, laying down on the sweet smelling earth watch the sky I don't think I ever say such a beautiful day. I must
have lost track of tim then I all of the sudden I seen black smoke blowing across my beautiful sky I jumped up and seen smoke raiseing from were my home and family was.
I ran as fast as I could towards my home. by this time it was almost totally dark from the time of the day and the smoke of my families homes buring. I got down on the ground and crawled closer to our little compound. Hearing screams from voices that I knew all to well my family all my loves ones. I looked up and and saw all these strangers torching our homes, killing my family right in front of my eyes. One of them I could tell was the leader of these murders from the fire I could see his face, He had bright red hair and a long scare on his left side of his face he spoke in a strange accent and sometimes in a differnt languge. I could not do anything
to help, I had to think of my daughter who was with an older couple helping them and caretakeing for them. So I stayed where I was I must have gone into shock hearing all the screams knowing I had no chance against such a large group of evil men. I swear at that moment to the Gods that I would have my revenge against these evil men and That Red headed devil.
Once all got quiet and the devils left I somewhere deep inside my soul found the streaght to look for what was to my horror what was left of my family. I stoped in my tracks and droped to my knees and say thru the tears my daughter Cadiane laying striped and dead out in the drit and my mother and my other sisters also the thought what had been done to them and what they went thru their last hours was something I could not think about at that time things needed to be done. I find my father u could see he fought just like a great warrior could he was a great swordsman, But arrows where had to fight off, I kept looking for more I found my husband he had been torched and dismenberd . Crying and just walking like a ghost hateing that .... animal with the blazing red hair and scare. I hateing myself for not knowing Cadiane was there and I am still alive wishing I had stood up and fought like my husband and father had taught me then I would be with my family now, but only after takeing few with me before I they got me.
I found a shovel and a pick and found the nicest place and I started digging one by one I washed and dressed my sisters and my beloved Mother and covered them and in linen and placed them each in a grave. then went and cared for the men the same way, except it was much harder with my husband Alexister since he was dismemeberd. I cried not even relizeing it anymore . Just trying to care for my family and and hateing myself for still being alive. Sweraing over their graves that I would get revenge and drink the blood of that red haired devil when I kill him I found a reson to stay alive Revenge
The next thing I knew I was woken by a slight little noise. I jumped up screaming praying that it was all a horriable dream. But I looked around and knew I was not in my bed and was screaming aloud. Then my eyes fixed on a women who was sitting close to me next to the bed I was in, thru the tears and hearing her voice I relized It was the healer wiccain who went by the name of India I screamed for her tell me that I was just dreaming that those things did not happen.
She held my hand and softly like my mother had done many times, that thought just made me jump back away from her tears just falling down my face seeing in her eyes that I was not dreaming. She told me that when the towns ppl found me laying over the seven graves, and in deep shock that I was bought here for her to care for me.Talking to me in a clam manner I could see her lips moveing but I could only hear the screams of the Souls of my family. Knowing I will always carry those sites and sounds to my Death.. I must have fainted Lost in my mind hearing the screams and the sites of all that horror. And the face of the man that was the cause of it all the Celt with the blazing red hair and that long scare on his left side of his face. I dare not call him a man for a man would not so such things
knowing. Some of my family died fast but some where not so lucky to have a quick death *remembers the screams of my sisters and my mother*.
Wakes again, and gts up slowly and dresses herself and goes into the main room and I dana was sitting there looks sadly towards ask me to sit and she talks to tell me that I had been here for 5 weeks under her care. I stand thanking her for all she had done for me and her kindness. She told that many homes had been , attacked by these devils, *thinks will not be hard to follow there trail even they have a 5 week head start on me.
"India I need to ask for your help once more* looks around the room* would u beable to spare some bread and cheese and looking around again a Sword"
She looks puzzled and then fear somes across her face she runs to me and holds my shoulders, No child u can not do what you are thinking of it will only get u killed child.
She seen the look in my eyes , and relizes my eye color has changed that they where a deep purple now and she was not going to change my mind. She takes a sak
and walks around and gathers some bread and cheese for me and sits it on the table. Goes into the other room and brings out a sword I could tell from the way it was wraped in a blanket abd hands it slowing to me. I open
the cloth and tears welp up. I see it is the sword my father had made just me. I felt the the pride the day my father gave it to me it seems so very long ago. India hugs me tightly and "whispers child do not choose this path" I tell her I didn't make the choice it was laid in my hands and it is something I must do. That Devil Celt will stop destorying ppls lives like he has done mine and so many other."
He has five weeks head start on me I must be going , India follows right behind me, she whistles and a black nitemare by the name of Shadowfax hands him over to me and says he will help protect me he has magic powers, I turn and give India a huge hug"whispers my thanks again for all she has done for me. India told me that they had headed north.
I jumped on the back of shadowfax and he looks to me and seems to be able to read my mind. And jumped into a galupe following the trail of blood bath that these animals have left in there path.
I have tracked him for many yrs now which brought me to here. Still shreaching for that blazing red hair and scare. And all the time shreaching for my sister Serena in hopes to find a small part of my blood line will not end with me.............................