Hitting the scolding metal of the blade with his hammer, I watched as sparks flew around at the contact. Father had been in the shop for the past four hours rambling about someone asking for a sword that had to be unique. I had never seen my father complain about making a weapon, and with each bang of the hammer, I wondered if he was unwilling to craft the blade, to begin with.
Confused, I sat in the corner of the shop as I watched sweat bead down his face. Father looked tired as if he hadn't slept in days. Standing from my seated position across the room, I grabbed the pitcher of water. Father hadn't taken a break in the past hour, and I could only assume he would be thirsty.
Stepping just behind Father, a small smile filled my lips. How many hours had I spent watching this man work? How many long nights had I heard the sound of the hammer hitting the hot steel of the blades? Sighing at the thought of his hard work, I gently grasped his arm.
Jumping slightly, Father turned to me with a tired smile. Wiping the beading sweat from his brow, Father sighed. Glancing down at the pitcher of water that I held, his smile returned as a small thank you left his lips. Taking a long drink of water, I couldn't help but frown. He was working too hard.
Wiping the water from his lips, he placed the pitcher on the table. Grasping the sword by the base, he plunged the blade back into the fire. "shouldn't you be learning the woods, Annabelle?"
Just at the mere thought, I frowned. "I thought you didn't want me to learn?"
"I don't," he whispered. Grasping the sword, he returned it to the metal table. "That's why I want you to marry into Matthews family."
Groaning, I turned away. "You know I can't do that, father."
Hitting the hammer, I watched as Father frowned. "I don't want you to go into the woods, Annabelle. I've tried for years to hide your age." Lowering the hammer, father's shoulders hunched. "Yet it seems my efforts have been in vain."
"I know father, but I must go. I need to find Sharlee and bring-,"
"Sharlee is dead!" He yelled, slamming his hand down on the table beside him.
Sighing Father threw the sword back into the flames. Turning to me with a frown, he continued. "Sharlee was a chosen, Annabelle. She was sacrificed to those wolves. It's been three years... she isn't coming back."
Casting my eyes down, I thought back to that morning.
As soon as the church bells chimed, I rushed towards the woods entrance. Many people were already there, and I suspected most had stayed the nights in hopes their loved ones returned safely to them. Pushing my way through the small crowd, I watched as some of the girls who had left started making their way back through the trees. All of them looked tired and frightened, with some even running back to the safety of their loved ones.
As time passed, I watched more and more girls return... apart from one. Sharlee was nowhere to be seen and as her family began to realize what had happened, I could hear them cheering with excitement. She had been chosen, meaning her family would be showered with money till their hearts were content.
Stepping closer to the forest, I watched for any sign of movement but there was none. Dread filled me as realization kicked in. All the girls had finally returned... apart from Sharlee. Not thinking, I ran towards the woods. I knew my way around the area, thanks to Gabriel and his many visits, and I only hoped I would be able to find Sharlee asleep near a tree.
Running along the path I knew the girls had taken, I kept calling out Sharlee's name. but there was no reply. Stopping between the thicket of the trees, I tried to catch my breath. The sound of a twig snapping behind me had my body freezing.
"Sharlee?" I whispered.
Turning towards the sound, my breath left my lungs at what was behind me. Standing behind me were the very creatures we would celebrate every full moon. These were the very things that probably took Sharlee. With clenched hands, I glared at the wolf. "I know you can understand me. I want my friend back." I said.
If the wolf understood me, he didn't seem to make a sound to acknowledge it. Gritting my teeth, I took a step closer. "Where is she?" I shouted.
Lowering its body, the wolf growled as it took a careful step closer. Reaching down to the blade strapped to my thigh, I ripped it out of the holster. "Come closer, and I won't hesitate to hurt you."
Growling again, it took a slow step closer. It wasn't until now that I realized the full height of the beast. It had to be at least the size of a cow, if not bigger! As it went to take another step closer, I threw the blade, slicing the side of its shoulder open. The sound of its whimper pulled at my heart but I had to remind myself that it was a beast not some fluffy animal from the farm. Before I could do anything else, the wolf turned and ran deeper into the forest, leaving me alone in silence.
Sighing, I opened my eyes. "I know you don't want me to go, Father, but I promise you, I will return safely."
"That's what your mother said. Next thing we know she is married to another man in another village." He spat.
Biting my lip, I nodded. My mother had left on a business trip to a village close to us. She had travelled to sell her fabrics and gowns, but when the time came for her to return, she didn't. Concerned, Father went to the village to find her, and find her he did. She was with a man in his bed. From that day I hadn't seen or heard from her.
She hadn't come to see me or write to me. From that day on, I knew I didn't have a mother anymore, and that was fine. She had never shown me any love, instead, she invested most of her time in her work. That's where father was different. He worked hard during the day, but when I was due home, he would spend as much time with me as he could. Even crafting a special blade for me. Too bad I lost it the day I went looking for Sharlee.
Groaning, Father picked up the blade once more. "I won't have you enter that festival, Annabelle."
Walking towards the door, I glanced at Father with a small smile. "We don't have a choice."
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The very next morning the town was bustling with newcomers. People from all around the area had come to watch the festival in a few days. Some of the women that had come to enter were wearing white gowns with lace patterns, a lousy choice if you as me, and as they stepped into the centre of town, I couldn't help but snicker at their disgusted faces as a horse trotted by kicking up the wet mud. Smirking to myself, I picked up the base of my brown skirt as I made my way towards my father's stall.
Today Father was going to sell the sword he had worked all night long crafting. I had heard Father hitting the blade with his hammer until the sparrows began to sing. As I reached Father's stall I could see just how tired he looked. His eyes didn't seem to shine like they had the other times he was here. Usually, he would have a smile as wide as the moon, but today, he appeared to be distant.
Reaching the table, I watched over all the men who were talking about the newly crafted sword. The sword did look beautiful. The butt of the handle was full silver metal with vine carvings coming up from the oak wood before a thick brown leather strap wove its way around the base. Along the blade itself, was the same vine carving with what looked to be writing. It was beautiful. As I neared closer, a few people began to argue about the price stating it was too much, but Father wasn't budging. He knew what he wanted and all that hard work was not going to be in vain. Whoever this buyer was, surely they would pay the price.
Clearing his throat, Father began to talk about the blade. "surely you can see how well made this is?" gesturing to the blade, Father smiled. "The sword itself is pure silver, and the marking had taken hours to do."
A middle-aged man slammed his hand down on the wooden table, before glaring up at Father. "Surely you can see that for us, paying ninety coins for this is too pricey?"
Sighing I moved closer to fathers side. A few of the younger men gazed at me with smirks, yet I paid them no mind as I grabbed the sword. "the blade is sharpened to the very point and could slice through the skin with a gentle touch." To prove my point, I gently ran my finger over the blade. Hissing, I pulled my hand back to see a bead of blood drip down my finger.
"Annabelle." Father scowled. Grasping my injured finger, Father glared down at me. Ignoring Father, I turned to smirk at the men around the table.
"See." A few of the men stared back in shock. I wasn't sure if it was due to how sharp the blade was, or for the pure fact, that I was willing to harm myself to help push a sale. Turning towards Father, I watched his mouth open only to be cut off by a deep honey-like voice.
"I'll take it."
Gazing at the male who had spoken, I watched as nearly everyone around the stall seemed to back away as the intruder approached us. Moving my gaze back to the intruder, I now could understand why the others moved. The intruder was tall with muscles poking through his white button-up shirt.Stepping away from Father I moved closer to the edge of the stalls table. Father seemed thrilled about finally selling his weapon, as father hurriedly rushed to prepare the sword. Father seemed almost giddy as he handed the sword over to the intruding male. Observing his movements, I couldn't help but notice how different he looked.His long black hair was tied at the back of his head, his silver eyes scanning the blade sparkled as if stars were shining within them. His skin looked to be kissed by the sun, with small little freckles just barely visible to the naked eye. His eyes held something familiar to them and the more I stared at him, the more I felt at home. The cut on my finger began to throb
I felt warmer than usual. It was as if someone had wrapped me in a thick winter blanket, and if I focused hard enough, I could have sworn I felt hands caressing my arms. As the hands ran down the length of my arms, the warmth grew as small tiny little tingles were left in its wake. The small tingles filled my body with a nerve's warmth, something I hadn't felt before, and just as I began to welcome more of it, the hands left.The sound of a persistent knock had me stirring from my slumber. As my eyes focused on the wood ceiling of our hut, I swear I could still feel the ghost-like touches on my arms. Sighing, I moved towards the door. Opening my bedroom door, I was shocked to see father standing on the other side with a wide grin on his face. Honestly, the look he was giving me screamed fake.Gazing behind Father, I spotted the town's Chief and a lady holding a white dress. With a frown, I spoke, "Can I help you?"Chuckling rather loudly, Father pushed his way into my room causing me
As I made my way towards the centre of town, many of the town children began to rush towards the forest's tree line. Most of the children seemed excited about the festivities that would be taking place tonight. If only they understood what it meant to be chosen. Nearing the forest, I was shocked to see everyone had already begun to celebrate. People in wolf skin paraded around a large bonfire in the centre of the field, while others drank and spoke loudly. Everyone looked to be having a good time.As I allowed myself to watch the people around me, I noticed a group of people sitting off to the side with frowns on their faces. Matthew and his friends looked on in disapproval of tonight's event, as a few of the young men in the group held their bows. Moving my gaze to Matthew, I couldn't help but notice the angry look on his face, and as I slowly approached him, I watched the features change to one of love. With a small wave, I moved closer.Bowing to the other men, I smiled. "Are you j
As I opened my eyes I found bright silver eyes gazing down at me. The man in front of me was so close, and I feared if I moved our lips would touch. Carefully taking in a breath, I couldn't help but notice how nice he smelt. He smelt of vanilla and rain. Gazing over his facial features I took in how sharp his jaw was, and how his skin seemed to be cleared of any blemishes apart from a small scar near his lips. Continuing my observation, recognition hit me like a sharp blade to the chest. Eyes wide, I took a small step back from him. As if he could read my thoughts, the man in front of me smirked. Not only was he the same man who purchased Father's sword a few days ago, but standing in front of me was the one person I had longed to see for so many years. "My precious little Anna." He whispered."My precious Anna." A sixteen-year-old Gabriel whispered."Gabriel?" I whispered. Although standing in front of me in the flesh, I didn't want to believe it was him. The Gabriel I knew left wi
I felt warmer than I normally would. It was as if I was cocooned in the finest of silks that were trying desperately to lull me back to sleep. My eyes and body refused to awaken in the fear I'd leave the warmth I was in. Beginning to wake from the warmth surrounding me, birds singing and light voices entered the darkness. listening to the sound of the birds, I found myself thinking about yesterday. I could remember standing in line and getting my crescent moon mark, before leaving into the forest with the other girls. I could see myself walking through the darkness before two silver eyes appeared in my vision. I remembered the eyes belonging to a beast, yet I wasn't afraid of him, for this beast was no threat to me. Gabriel...Slowly opening my eyes to the brightness of my room, I took in deep breaths to soothe my beating heart. I know I had fallen in the forest last night, yet here I lay, safely tucked into my blankets at home. "What?" I whispered, confused. Frowning, I quickly rem
"Sharlee!" Rushing toward her family, I felt hope bloom in my chest. I could see them crowding around something, and I could only hope it was my dear friend. Perhaps she had collapsed from the long night once she left the fringe of the forest, or maybe Sharlee was just so happy to be home she couldn't stand. Pushing my way through the small crowd that had begun to gather, I could now hear the cheers.They were congratulating her family, but why? Women were hugging her mother, as men clapped her father on the back. Coming to a halt beside her mother, I noticed she was holding the small white silk jacket she had given Sharlee before the beginning of the ceremony. As I gazed at the white silk item in her mother's arms, I felt my stomach drop. She had been chosen by the beasts in the forest. My close friend, who I'd never been apart from, was now gone.Gently placing a hand on her mother's shoulder to grab her attention, she moved her head in my direction with a broad smile. Her red tear-
Running towards the hut I could hear my father screaming, as loud crashes and banging sounded from behind the closed door. Coming to a stop by the door, I found my hand hovering over the wooden handle. It shook with each cry that fell from my father's lips. Taking a shaky breath, I clasped my hand around the wood, only to be pulled away. Turning to the person who now held my own in a vice-like grip, Gabriel stood before me with a blank look on his face."Come." He said before tugging me away. Giving my hand a reassuring squeeze, he pulled me away from the sound of my father's screams and the sound of banging.The sounds felt as if they were following me the further away I got from the hut. I hadn't seen my father in three days, not since he went to a neighbouring village to sell a few of his weapons. I hadn't known of his return until I overheard a few people talking about him. They said father had rushed in with his horse, Scraps, before jumping off and running towards the house. The
Running through the woods, I welcomed the adrenaline that coursed through my veins. Gritting my teeth, I fought the tears that kept falling from my eyes. My mother had left us. She had left my father and me. I knew something was wrong with her the past couple of days. Whenever I tried to play with her, she would look at me with disgust.Ever since she had returned from selling her gowns at a nearby village, she had acted weird. She had not unpacked her gear or taken me to the village like she usually did. She was cold. No longer was the loving feeling I once got from her received with open arms.Pushing my legs faster, I fought to find her. An elderly man told me she went into the woods after fighting with my father. Sobbing, I screamed out for her but was greeted with silence.Coming to a stop in a small clearing, I gazed up at the night sky. Rain pelted down from the dark clouds, soaking my white nightdress. Crying into my hands, I started to shake."Mummy!" Sniffing, I turned aroun