The Northerlands book one: The Knight of the Order of The Reborn.

The Death

    The werewolves ran through the town, killing whoever they encountered.  Deville tried to run but her father's boots had turned to stone.  She tried to take them off but they were stuck to her feet. The wolves encircled her their  tongues sliding in and out of their mouths as if they were  trying to taste her fear, then one of the jumped toward her it's mouth open. 

   She awakened panting, the young man lie naked next to her stirred but didn't wake.

   "Hex it" she muttered, theses disturbing dream had rob her of a peaceful full night's sleep for weeks.  She fell back on to her mattress and tried to fall asleep again.  Unfortunately Joe (or was it Jack? she couldn't remember) made that impossible. We she finally had enough she woke him up.   

   "Get up" she said shaking him roughly.   

   "I'm exhausted, haven't you had enough for one night I need to sleep."  

   She through her pants at him, "Get up, get out."

   Joe got up still groggy and a little confused. "It's the middle of the night,  can't I leave in the morning after I'm rested?" 

  "I know, I'm been rude and maybe a little unreasonable, but thing is I really need my sleep."

  "So" he said putting on his pants.

   "The think is.... a really don't  how to say so I'm just going to say it, you snore. "

    I snore?

  "Very loudly"

"That can't be, some one would have told me."

  "Well they didn't, and you do. " She said handing him his shirt.  She felt a little bit of guilt for what she was doing so she added "Do want to what to meet up some time later."

  That question brought a smile to his face "Maybe tomorrow,  We can be meet up a Ben's inn. "

  "It's date then"  she said smiling back.  "Now if you excuse me I really need some sleep so feel free to show your self out. "

  She lay down and shut her eyes, as she drifted off she heard Joes slow steeps,  then she heard him close the door and just as she was about to fall asleep she heard him scream .

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     Meriel, was dressed in a hunters leather instead of knights armor.  Now that she was in the Northerlands she had to be careful. Ever since the war the Northerns patrolled the border and killed any southern that they came across. The site of her in armor might lead to questions, question that she could not answer. She hoped that the leather would help her blend in more. She wish that she could do something about the color of her skin, but that couldn't be helped. Her  father from the lands of the far south and had dark skin, her mother who was born and raise in one of southern kingdoms to along the border had lighter skin, Meriel had come out a shade between the two of them .  At first she thought this would be problem since it was common knowledge that the people of northerlands had light skin like her mother, and in some cases even lighter. She had asked the elders about this and had assured her that while those of darker skin were uncommon among the northeners, there was a minority of notheners that were her shade.  So see her would not raise any suspicions among the northerners.

    She had considered leaving behind her shield as well, any northern who saw the three branched tree automatically know who was. Despite this danger she could not bring her self to part with it. She did keep it hidden under a cloth though. Her sword was fine, It appeared old rusted thing barley able to prick flesh, this of course was a mere allusion.