The Darkness Within

Chapter 3

As you might have read in the the 1st Dear Readers section in the beginning of my story you know that I have had some difficulty with P.O.V (Point of View). And as you've noticed I've been writing in 1st person so far. When I first wrote this I was writing in 1st person for Caitirina and 3rd for Lorcan, It just naturally came out that way, and I liked how it sounded. But I'm pretty sure you can't have two P.O.V's so we're sticking with 1st person. This is the first time you'll be reading in another charecters perspective, Lorcan's. I will be changing between charcters in the middle of the chapter...I know this will seem weird (or maybe it won't), but go with it. I'll put the names of each character before the passage when that happens so you for sure know who it is. Don't worry there are only two character changes. If I later change this to third person it will be SO much easier, but for now this is how it is...So I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please keep reading and leave comments! Thanks!

-Morgan. 

Also...

Dear Readers, I recently added some photos of the Andra, and of the High Guards House. You can look at them at Photobucket.com my username is Mlana3675. You don't need to make a profile, just type my username in the search bar (make sure to click on the arrow and click on user) You can click on the photo to enlarge it. Hopefully this helps you visualize everything wonderfully! Thanks for reading!

-M

Chapter 3: Roderick's Story

    Edinburgh, Scotland, April 5, 1647

Lorcan~

Roderick and I raced on our horses through the dense forest, Roderick ahead by a scarce couple of feet his long unruly hair flying behind him. 

“Come on Brother! Getting slow in yer old age?” Roderick teased.

“Oh, and ye’re so young yerself?” I replied.

“Come on, don’t ye want to see the one that will get mother off our backs for at least a decade or two?”

“I doubt even that” I sighed. Our mother had been working decades, trying to find us good wives…“Christ Roderick, do ye ever think ye’ll learn how to ride?” I teased, as my brother narrowly missed a tree.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll keep Isabel all to myself” Roderick threw back.

“ye wouldn’t dare…” I growled.

“Oh…But I would brother.” 

“For god sake, both of ye stop bickering and hurry up…Tis’ extremely cold out here.”  Lucian, our cousin gasped out, hurrying past them, to the castle they could now see at the edge of the forest. The man didn't fair well with the weather, the whole trip he had been frozen to the marrow of his bones. His light skin had been tinged with a bluish purple, and the black eyelashes that fringed his deep green eyes had been frosted. He  was already halfway to the gate, eager to get to the warmth of a hearth and ale.

I look up at the castle my sister, Mairi, now called home. I smiled at the warm thought of my happily married sister, and to the man she had married. Drustan Maclane. I remembered the times when Roderick, Lucian, Drustan and I had played as lads. Every summer, my family would embark on a journey to the Maclane's fine castle and spend a week or two there.

Roderick had reached the gates and was now talking to a brawny man, Drustan. While Lucian had went straight to the stables. I galloped my steed up to Drustan and Roderick.