Chapter 1

“Vivienne! Get up. You must go!” my mother cries.

“I’m not leaving you and Father, not now not ever.” I say grabbing my sword from it sheath.

“No. You must go before it is too late!” My mother says, begging me with her eyes. I will not abandon them.

 As I hear the cries of “there! They’re over there!” I prepare to fight. “Please,” my mother tries one last time. I simply shake my head. Then they are upon us.

The clash of metal fills the air and the smell of fresh blood overwhelms our noses. This will be a blood bath for our people. There is no hope of victory with the ratio of at least two of the soldiers to one of our untrained villagers. There are only about thirty of us left, we are the only ones that survived the raids of our hometown. 

“Surrender!” the general screams. “Surrender and you will be shown mercy!” But there is no chance of that. We would rather die than become the subject of the lord who has done this to us. Who has slaughtered our friends and family, for no known reason. “Surrender. Give us the girl.”

All at once the entire battle stops. We all turn to face the general.

“What girl?” My father asks, more than a note of suspicion in his voice.

“The one named Vivienne.”

My father swings his sword in a powerful circle and the head of the general rolls onto the ground. “We will never surrender!” He yells to the surviving soldiers.

Both sides attach with a new fury. My mother and I fight side by side, I disarming the ne opponents and her slitting their throats. My father fights with the strength of many men, but is soon overwhelmed with the soldiers who want revenge for their captain’s death. Out of the corner of my eye I see a sword plunged through his back, strait through to the heart.

Tears burn my eyes, making it hard to see. “No!” My mother cries and she collapses onto her knees. A soldier takes advantage of her grief and swing his sword.

I run to her and kneel by her bloody body. I apply pressure to the wound with both hands even though I know it is useless. “Stay with me,” I whisper, “I need you to stay with me.”

“Vivienne,” she whispers, struggling to breathe. “My beautiful baby girl.”

“I’m hear, Mother. Stay with me. Hold on.”

“Promise me…” She coughs and spits out blood. “Promise me you will leave. Go across the border and find refuge with a man named Caius. He will help you.”

“Mother!” I weep.

“He is the court physician to Uther Pendragon. Find him.” She coughs again. “Take this.” She lifts a necklace from her bodice with trembling hands. “You will need it… Use it…wisely… May the gods…and spirits…protect you.” And then she is still.

My cry isn’t a loud and wild scream like my mother’s. It is soft, heard only by the few around me. “You will pay.” In less than a half hour, I was made an orphan. “You will all pay.”

It feels as though my heart is splintering to a million bits. My head explodes with pain and my eyes close. A word comes into my head, a word that I have never heard before. I whisper it, as though it will ease the agony. “Fyrhend.”

I open my eyes and look at the battle raging on around me. My mother’s last wish was for me to leave here. So I shall.

I find a soldier’s horse who’s without a rider. I do not know what happened to the rider, and I do not care. I hope he is dead for what they did to my parents. I hope that every last soldier is dead. I mount and kick at it’s flanks with my heels. The horse rears and then runs at a full gallop away from the battle.

My mother’s blood that covers my hands leaves red stains on the reins. The trees stream by us as in a blur and the wind blows my hair from out of its tight ponytail. It flies loose and whips my face, stinging it. Branches scratch me as we run, making bright red marks along my arms.

I hear hoof beats behind me. They know that I have left and are following me. “We get the girl at all cost!” A voice that I swear I know calls.

I frantically look around for an escape. The only way is across the river. I guide my horse into the bank. It shies away from the water. “Come on, it’s okay,” I whisper. At the sound of my voice the horse’s pinned back ears face front again.

He takes a cautious step into the water. Then another. Then he finally swims across the river. We are both soaking wet and exhausted when we reach the other side. But we are not safe yet. The soldiers have gotten to the river.

Most of their horses dance away from the water, all except one who charges in without a fear. I click my tongue and kick at his sides, but he is too tired to move faster than the horse that has made it across the water. There is only one option. I have to fight the man alone.

I dismount and the man does the same. I run to him and swing the sword at his head. He parries it easily and returns it with a thrust of his own. It takes all my strength to block the blow, where it takes almost none of his to deliver it. There is no use, he is stronger, more skilled, less tired. I will never win.

Still, I continue to dance the fatal steps. The prize is the other’s life in their hands. And he won’t be merciful. I know that I cannot win but I must fight. Parry, block, thrust, dodge. The clang of steel fills my ears and I focus on it. A pattern appears in my head. I follow the sequence and the soldier is soon kneeling at my feet, my sword tip to his neck.  

“You wouldn’t kill me would you, Vivienne?” he asks out of breath.

“Why should I let you live?” I snarl. Yet, I do not stab him. There is something so familiar about him.

 He takes of his helmet, revealing sparkling silver eyes and dark brown hair. I gasp, my eyes widening in shock. “Richard,” I whisper.    

Reviews

[Pencrafter]

You have some good suggestions in the other reviews. There are still some errors in the writing, which you'll no doubt catch on the proofread. The story line is exciting and draws the reader in. Interesting.

[MandaBear]

Love it cant wait to read more!!

[∠( ᐛ 」..]

I loved this wonderful chapter!
Great job!
100/100

[Odayin]

I like it. I really like it. Great job

[Dominique]

Wow. This is a good story you are starting. I can't wait to find out what happens next.

[Timeless-Chan]

"... I disarming the ne opponents..." you forgot the 'o' in 'one' ^_^
"... strait through to the heart." 'strait' should be 'straight'... the strait that you refer to is a narrow body of water that joins two larger bodies of water or a situation that is difficult^_^

And as for this richard guy. if he is with the bad murdering soldiers then she should just kill him and get it over with:) Idk who he is but to me he smells like nothing but trouble!
Great Write! Keep it up!
~Dreamer!

[Falling Leaf.]

Richard? Who is Richard? A past lover, a brother, I want to know!!! A couple grammar errors--this could use a quick edit--but overall a great opening to what I'm sure will be a great book.

[Bryn]

Nice. I love how it's olden type, which is usually written in third person and past tense, but you've created it in another way (first person and present tense). It's sort of refreshing. And I love the bombshell at the end!
WHO IS RICHARD! (Rhetorical question. Don't tell!)
This story has caught me from the beginning!

[Krista Weiss]

Really good! Keep writing!!

[Sg]

This is so good!