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Chapter Two:

Chapter Two:

"Can we come too?" Gaius asked while peering into our empty cupboards.

"I don't have that much money." I told them and narrowed my eyes as Lochlan went to pour salt into our mothers coffee.

Our mother was beautiful, she was a tall slim and held a certain elegance about her even now. Except now she had become a skeleton of her former self, she was sat in the large worn green velvet chair in the corner beside the large dusty black log fire.

"Gaius have you chopped anymore wood this morning?" Gaius was currently sat on the floor putting some soil into his mum's shoes.

Nesryn narrowed her bright grey eyes at Gaius, who smiled up at her those same bright grey eyes glinting at her mischievously.

"What it's not like she's going to even notice?" Gaius snapped and then added,"Lochlan put worms in her bed and she just literally climbed in and slept."

Nesryn roughly grasped him by the scruff of his collar and I chuckled at her," go easy on the boy."

She turned towards me and narrowed her eyes, holding my hands up I started to lace up my boots and wander out of the house. Well I say house it was a small cabin that was situated in a small nestle of trees on the edge of the whispering woods that surrounded our town, I mean around the edge of the town was a tall wall that made of chalkstone. I used a low hanging branch that hung over the wall fairly close to our house, I had attached a rope to the tree branch in order to make it easier to get over the wall.

Lochlan appeared outside and tugged his cloak around him, it was fairly new but yet I could see a clear tear in the lining of it. I'd bought it for him last winter for the winter solstice and it was a thick dark grey wool and was lined with a soft brown pelt of some sort of animal, it looked similar to some of the deer's I had skinned in the spring.

"I wish mother would get up and come with us." Lochlan muttered quietly staring through the dirty window and those same bright grey eyes that Gaius, Lochlan and Nesryn all shared.

The same ones our father had, when he'd been around. He had disappeared around four years ago when he had gone over to one of the other towns in order to discuss buying and importing some sort of cashmere from the faelands- though had never returned. Wrapping my arm around Lochlan's shoulder and leaning my head atop of his, he was starting to get really tall his head came up to my shoulders now and I was fairly tall myself.

Grabbing his hand I pressed two bronze coins into his hand and held a finger to my lips,"shh don't tell Nesryn, she will kick my ass."

Quickly he barrelled around hugging me and then pulled away throwing," I though you told Nesryn you only had five silver pieces?" He tilted his head to the side and pushed back his shaggy mousy caramel brown hair that was falling into his eyes a bit now.

"What Nesryn doesn't know won't hurt her? Besides you know I always keep some that I don't tell her about for oil and other things we could need." I replied and Gaius barrelled out of the house towards me.

Nesryn was holding the broom waving it in the air and she glared her nostrils flaring in an utter unladylike manner, "Gaius don't you dare hide near Farr, you used my new ribbon as a rag to clean the bookshelf." She threw the broom down and stormed over towards him," you are so dead when I get my hands on you."

"Ribbons can be bought again." Gaius said poking his head out from behind me and then suddenly Nesryn had managed to masterfully maneuver me out of the way and had Gaius in a headlock scuffing up his hair.

"Okay children we need to go the market is only open until noon."

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The market place was bustling today for a change and I noted a sense of excitement around the town centre, my eyes landed on bunting that was decorating the huge stone fountain that sat in the middle of the town. The few shops that were in the town centre also were lined with bunting.

"Is there some sort of holiday event that we missed?" Lochlan asked and glanced to Nesryn, who shrugged her shoulders in confusion.

My eyes then caught the bloody corpse of some sort of fae being pinned up to the door of the town hall and my jaw dropped. Whatever it was it looked to be suffering but I couldn't help but shiver looking at those long claws. It looked like a man covered in long scraggily black hair, its hand or paws whatever they were, were nailed into place with rusty looking nails and the wings were thin membranous purple with thick bulging veins. The wings were torn as well and held in place with arrows.

"I think I know what they're celebrating." I gestured towards the town hall and Nesryn's jaw dropped.

"Wicked can I poke it." Lochlan's eyes sparkled with stupid curiosity and I grabbed both him and his dumb ass twin by their matching hoods.

"No definitely not. We get what we need and go home." I barked out, but my eyes kept flitting back over to whatever it was. Those marble black round eyes were suffering, I thought I could see it almost pleading as it stared at me and then I saw a mercenary walk up to it holding a long broad sword.

"So we all meet back here at the fountain by eleven o clock."

Staring at Nesryn," when the big hand goes to twelve and the small hand is at eleven." Nodding at her and she smiled at me holding ou her hand.

Pressing two silver pieces into her hand, "don't forget to get some oil for the lamps."

She waved her hand at me dismissing me and wandered away to mooch over the haberdashery stall that was run by a small old lady called Rosemary, she had run the stall since my mother had been alive. My father had told me that once my mother had once worked on the stall, my mother had died when I was around three. I don't remember much about her at all. Yes I was a bastard child and that was probably the reason other mother hated and utterly despised my existence, I was a constant reminder of her husbands infidelity.

I wandered over to the farmers stall at the end, my eyes caught the basket of rotten looking carrots and the dirtiest looking sack of potatoes. The man behind the stall was hunched over and his skin was darkened by days out in the sun from working his farm, he stared at me and narrowed his eyes.

"Ay lassie I don't feed the dregs. Copper or I call over the mercenaries." He leant over the stall and could smell the utter stench of liquor that radiated from him.

Rattling my bag of coins at him, he very quickly changed his tune.

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