Chapter One, The Box

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I walked out of my cottage and into the sunlight, it was a bright and beautiful morning. I had a lot of things on my mind but my first priority was to clean my daggers. They had so much blood on them that Bella had to tell me to clean them. I think the only reason she had a problem with them was, because I ruined her chances with Chad last night. Personally I think Chad is a real pain in the ass, but Bella sees him as a "fit charming young man". He can't even look at blood on a dagger and not faint, that's why Bella is ignoring me today. She's so stuck up sometimes, I know she's my sister, but she can be quite the royal pain. I honestly don't know why Kat is always on her side of things, just last night she took her side over the whole "Chad" thing. All I knew is that I had to clean them and it had to be now.

   I walked down to the stream right in front of our cottage, I could hear the sound of the birds chirping as the sun danced across my skin in it's little beams falling off of the trees. I grabbed the rag and some of my Kelctic herbs and began to wash. The water was very cold and it had felt like a sharp blade making tiny slashes across my hands. "Breakfast is ready!", shouted Kat. I picked up the wet rag and wiped down my daggers. I then put them into their sheafs on the sides of my thighs. One on the left, and one on the right. I grabbed the bucket and ran up the hill and into the cottage.

   "Could you stand to not run down the door before we get a chance to sell the cottage"? Said Bella. I thought to myself for a second and then said

 "Bella, could you stand to shut the hell up and eat your breakfast"? 

I must have made her really angry because she pulled out her bow and shot an arrow towards me. It pinned me to the wall. She started to walk slowly towards me in her sassy confident walk.

 "What's the matter sis, arrow caught your tongue"? 

I pulled my pinned arm off the wall with the arrow still in my leather jacket. We looked each other in the eyes for a minute and then smiled.  "Why do you have to be such a hard ass"? I asked.

 If you looked at her you wouldn't expect this at all. She was a beautiful girl with dark forest green eyes and shadow black kissed hair. She had a thin waist and medium size chest. She had a natural light red lip color and the complexion of a new born baby, her skin was also naturally soft and well moistured so she didn't have a need for lotions and skin herbs.

  She chuckled and then grabbed my hand softly. "It's because you needn't get smart with your older sister, Kat will let it slide, because your the youngest, so I will watch you like a hawk". 

Kat walked in and saw her and me staring at each other. I looked angry and she looked cocky. Kat then walked over and said

"Both of stop being a nuisance to each other and sit down at the table like two sisters that haven't lost their heads"!

Bella sighed and I looked down, if it wasn't for Kat, we'd probably have already killed each other. We always fight and bicker. We never are exactly peaceful with each other. Either I'm wise cracking, or she's being stuck up, regardless of the situation, Kat thinks we should get along being that we're sisters. Bella turned and leaned towards my ear and whispered.

"This isn't over". 

She backed away from me and sat down at the table next to Kat. I walked over to the table but sat on the bench on the other side. Bella tilted her head and pierced her lips together giving me a sassy look. I responded with a nose twitch and a lip tilt. 

"For goodness sake, can you to just have breakfast for once without facial expression-arguing"?! Said Kat. We both sighed as the room fell silent. All I could hear was the sound of the fire wood crackling in the fire place. Bella grabbed a freshly cooked biscuit off the platter. They were still hot, usually I wait until they cool down, Bella always tries to make a competition out of everything that we do. Kat reached into her pocket pulling out a flyer. Bella and I both looked at it as Kat cleared her throat.

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