Acidia Black

The past of her.

"Darling, you must promise mummy that you will surivive, run as far as you can, cover your tracks. You know the forest better than anyone, listen to me now, sweetheart." 

"Will you come with me, mummy?" The little girl cries, wiping tears from her face with her sleeve.

"For a little while I'll be with you, then I will leave you in a hiding spot, you wait there until dark, then turn and run, okay, my sweet little raven?" 

"Yes Mummy," She sobs uncontollabally, "I will, I promise"  

Her mother somberely packs an enchanted bag, with all of he clothes, a small, lightweight teddy, a small drinking flask full of water and a weeks worth of food. She dresses her only daughter in leggings, a long sleeved top, a woolen jumper, a long black cape, long black boots, a scarf and around her belt were all sorts of knives, she hid some in her boots, gave her a quiver or arrows, a bow, two swords and a long, black leather whip. She fives her a pouch of all the money they owned and many of their possesions in which were valuable enough to trade for more money, food, clothes, weapons, anything.

Her mother takes her childs hand in her own, makes her say goodbye to her brother and father, then the front door was kicked down. The kingsmen were coming for them, they were going to kill them. The mother made sure that they didn't see her daughter and ran out the back door into the thickness of the woods, lit by the mid-day glow of the sun. They run as fast as they can and as far as they can before the kingsmen can catch them. They hear yells of pain then suddenly the loud fighting, cursing and howls of pain stop. They run and run, panting, unable to catch their breath properly. The hear shouts of men giving orders, the pounding of horse shoes on the hardened earth catching up to them. They had not yet reached the spot in which they were meant to seperate. The mother gave her daughter, of just six years of age, her satchel, full of books, seeds and her experimenting gear. Giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead, crying out in fear and saddness, making her daughter cry silently. She pushed her child into a small crevice of a tree trunk and motioned for her to be silent, and yelling to the guards. The little girl shrunk back as her mother ran and the guards shortly followed.

When the guards came back with her mother's dead body, dragging behind them, she hears one say; "I'm damn sure she had a child with her, we must find it" 

"It's just a child, I doubt it would be a threat," Says another holding a son closer to him. 

"You're son is innocent, but this child may be different, they will have raised it to be just as sick as them" 

"Daddy, I don't want the cild to be out there, alone, or at all" Says the little boy. 

They all leave and the little girl sobs a bit, when the little boy appears again. He looks scared, and he mumbles something along the lines of: "Why'd they kill you, daddy? They want me now" He starts to sob. She jumps out covers his tracks and pulls him into the tree trunk with her. Covering his mouth she pull him back even further. He is squirming as much as his little body could without instantaniously getting tired. The guard go past and back again. The sun's light fades to the grey, blue, black of night. They come out of their hiding spot and go to walk away from each other. She hands him some money and her woolen jumper. Smiling, he hugs her and they go their seperate ways.