Destined By Our Fate ∞The Fate Series∞

Hidden Places

"Arra? Arra dear, would you be a doll and go out to pick me up some supplies?"

"Of course grandmother. I'll only be gone a while."

I left out with my basket and Mortesha my bow and headed to my hiding spot in the woods.

My mother died in a fire when I was only five years of age. The towns people told me that it was a miracle that I made it out alive myself. But thank the heavens for my grandmother, she has raised me and my brother ever since.

My brother never had to suffer the tragedy of leaving our mother in a burning house though, he is years older than me and was spending a few days with our aunt Mary and her husband at the time. And as for our father...well I've never really met him. Or at least I don't remember meeting him. Grams told me that he just disappeared one day and was never heard from again.

Grandpa took over the role of my father when mother died, but sadly to say he left/passed as well three years ago. As of today I am only seventeen and still living with grams, but neither of us mind. Were closer than sisters and if you were to see her in person you would never think that she's a day over sixty-five. *couch couch 72 couch couch*

As I sat on a stone in front of the lake I let the sun stream into my pores. I ventured out into the woods almost everyday, just to come here and be alone. It was my own little sanctuary. The place where I came to hide from the world. It was the only time I actually felt free and at peace.

"Ahem!"

I almost jump out of my own skin and immediately grab an arrow and aim it at the intruder's heart ready to strike at any moment. The man is on a great white mane and looks quite shocked at me. Holy Valhalla! I think to myself. I immediately drop my arrow and bow my head out of respect.

"Forgive me my King, I had no clue as to whom you were." I respond frantically as I realize that I'm aiming an arrow perfectly at King Peter's heart.

"No no no. It is I whom should apologize, I did not mean to frighten you my lady." He says in his smooth and thick English accent. He jumps off his horse and extends his hand out for me to take. I do sheeply and he lays his lips gently upon my hand with a kiss. "Please forgive me?" He asks softly.

I nod still in complete awe. He had to be the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. Approximately 17-19, same age as me. Dirty blonde, short hair. Oval shaped face, and hidden dimples. I caught myself staring and immediately avoided eye contact out of pure nervousness.

"Forgive me my Lord. I had no recollection that anyone knew of this place but I. I will give you your space if you don't mind." I quickly gather my belongings and leave without being a bother, but King Peter grabs me by my arm.

"No please. I was just taking a quick stroll into the forest and found myself lost. Please do not go." He asked softly.

I nod hesitantly, "very well my Lord." I reply. "Please do call me Peter." He says with a smile. There's a moment of silence that feels the warm breeze and all you can hear are the colors of the wind and the singing of the birds.

"I suppose you would like a show of your way back my Lord?" I offer.

"Oh yes, that is very kind of you..."

"Arra. Arra Noraden."