Brother

Prologue

I walked through the streets crying after a bad man had hurt my mummy and chased me away, holding my favourite teddy I noticed three boys watching from a distance. Wiping away my tears I walked faster hoping they wouldn't hurt me like that bad man did, I am only ten and these boys that were watching me looked to be a few years older. I sped up my pace when I noticed them following as fear caused my head to hurt, rushing around a corner I bumped into a tall and very drunk man who looked at me with a gross smirk.

"Oh Ello Love, What's brung you to my humble abode," he slurred as he stumbled towards me, trembling I began to back away when a hand pulled me backwards and the three boys stood in front of me.

"Leave her alone," the tallest of the three growled, his hair was jet black and his skin a lovely pale tan. I clung onto his clothes in hopes of protection which he thankfully gave, the man grumbled something before stumbling away with a bottle in his hand. The tall boy turned to me with a soft smile and I gave a sheepish one in return as I backed away slightly, the other two boys waited for their friend to speak.

"My Name is Dutch Van Der Linde, these are my friends Arthur Morgan and John Marston, come with us and we will keep you safe," he offered as he held out his hand, I looked to the blond and dark grey haired boys who nodded. With a shaky sigh I took his hand as we all rushed away, it didn't take long before we arrived at the stables.

"Alrighty boys, and girl, let's get ourselves some horses," Dutch chuckled as he snuck inside, the sun had set by now as we snuck in after the tall black haired boy.

"Hey, What's you name girl?" John whispered as he grabbed some tack the Stable owners had left on the racks for sale, I looked around to get a good look at the horses.

"M-My Name is Grace, Grace Fisher," I whispered as I entered the stall of a tall dapple grey stallion, the large horse lowered his head to sniff me before he allowed me to place the bridle upon his head. I quickly tacked him up before patting his muzzle before leading him out to join the others, Arthur had a lovely black and white paint mare, John had a chestnut gelding and Dutch had a pure white Arabian stallion with odd blue eyes. Mounting up we took off towards the forest where the boys had apparently set up camp, it didn't take long before we found a small broken cabin with vines and plants growing over it. I tethered the iron grey stallion to a tree but removed the bit to allow him to eat, this spot was well hidden thankfully but I did miss my old home and my mother.

"So Grace, how come we found ya cryin' on the streets?" Dutch questioned as he set up a small sleeping space for me, the other boys were preparing food from what things they had stolen.

"I-I was sitting at home with my mummy when a-a bad man broke in and....." I trailed off as the horrible image of him pulling the trigger entered my mind, I shuddered before shrugging it off.

"Well, I found Arthur not long ago because of a little issue with the law, he's helped me with most things around here, John on the other hand I found shortly after Arthur when he was caught robbing a drunk man of his items," Dutch explained, I nodded as I sat on my new bed.

"Thanks for this.... you didn't have to help me..." I muttered as I rubbed my sore eyes, Dutch smiled and shrugged.

"Nah don't worry about it, it's nice to have new company, these boys are a bit dull some days," Dutch chuckled, I smiled as I laid down. Soon enough the cabin was quiet as the boys fell asleep, with a sigh I closed my eyes as I fell into a nice deep sleep.