Warrior's Love

Nightmares

Calla's POV

It was dark and so hard to see as my eyes adjusted. I had woken up in a tent. I wasn't sure where I was, but I was defiantly in the forest as I could hear the crickets singing their songs to the sky. Stepping outside my eyes  fall on the blood moon. The sense of familiarity courses through my veins. Looking around my eyes freeze on the tent next to mine. My heart picks up the pace as I cautiously walk over to the tent. I feel over my body and  I have no weapons. Getting closer to the tents entrance I notice a river of blood coming from inside the tent. Taking a deep breath as my heart hammers in my chest I look inside the tent. The tent was sprayed with blood as my father, Jacques and my mother, Rose lay on the ground. Their eyes wide with the look of fear still frozen on their faces. I try to scream, but no sound comes out. Backing away quickly I fall landing in the river of the blood. I crawl back trying to escape what my eyes are showing. Suddenly I hit a hard wall. No.. not a wall, but legs. Before I have the chance to look up my head is violently thrown back and the  feeling of a cold, sharp knife is felt going across my throat. Blood squirting out as my attacker lets go of me and I slowly fall to the ground. My eyes glued to my dead parents as I take my last gargled breath.

Jerking up as I wake gasping for air. My body was covered in sweat, strands of my hair clinging to my face. Taking deep breaths I feel two strong arms wrap around me, Ren. " Nightmare?" I nod as I was still shaken up. That's one thing I never understood I have had this dream for years and years and it still had a traumatic effect. Then again anyone would if they found their parents slaughtered like sheep. I used to believe the dreams would go away if we found the attacker, but we never did. It ended up being decide it was a drifter, someone who did not have a clan or was kicked out from their clan. It was simply the wrong place and time for camping. Who could be so cruel to leave a five-year old girl alone without not even one parent to guide her through the world? Why not kill me? They took everything from me and that will haunt me for all of my days. I was pulled from my thoughts when Ren asked if I wanted to talk about it. I was able to whisper a no. And I meant it. Talking about it wouldn't bring them back nor would it find justice. Frankly I couldn't say I missed them because I barely remembered them. I was five when the attack happened. From what Iris tells me I look just like my mother. The silver hair, the grey storm eyes, and similar facial features. But my fighting spirit was my father's. He was the best warrior in our clan at the time.

I still remember when I came back to the village alone. I went straight to Marcius tear stains on my cheek and blood on my hands. Ever since then Marcius was my father, teaching me how to fight, chasing boys off, always making sure I had what I needed. Both our families were close and ever now and than Marcius tells stories of fighting with my father, or how my parents met. Marcius always said when I was younger " You are your mother's body and your father's spirit." It sunk in deep and I guess that is why I try to be so good to make them proud. Getting off the bed I throw on my cloak and walk outside leaving Ren. Ren knows its not personal just right now I need space. He has always understood and respected times like this. 

Ren's POV

Watching Calla leave I sigh and lay back looking at the damp spot she had created. She had these  terrible nightmares, no not nightmares memories. Of finding her parents dead. Ever since than she had them till about sixteen I would wake to hear her screaming. I would run into her room and comfort her than she would just walk off so I went back into my room. The difference this time is I am awaiting her return. I had been sleeping in her den the past month and I have to admit it felt amazing sleeping and waking next to her. To see her as I start my day and to see her to end it. Calla and I have still been taking it very slow, but its hard for the both of us. We have these heated moments were we desperately want to but she hasn't given me the okay. I don't mind though because she is mine and that's all I want. I want us to official announce our relationship, but I don't know if Calla would want that she is such a private person.

Waking to the sun shining on my face I stretch and get up throwing my clothes on. Huh, I don't remember falling back asleep.  I look around and there is no sight of Calla or any sign that she even came back. That worried me a little because she always came back. Rushing out the door as I am thinking of all these bad things that could have happened to her I stop.  What the fuck is he doing ?  I just watch as Brock, a lower ranking  is talking to her his hands on her waist. My fist clenching I watch wondering why he was talking to her. I lose my shit when  I see Brock grabs her face and kisses her. Running over I throw a right hook and feel my fist collide with his jaw sending him on his ass. 

I was furious no one, but me should kiss her. Brock looked up at me in fear honestly I thought he would pee his pants. I get ready to throw another punch, but before I could I feel Calla hug me trying to calm me down. At this point a small crowd gathered around to see what was going on. Without hesitation I grab Calla's face and kisses her deeply. She kisses back and we stay like this for awhile as I am sure everyone is staring in shock. I pull away and states " Mine!" Calla nodding her head. Everyone quickly moves out our way as we head over to the docks to help build ships. Word spread like wild fire in the village about me and Calla. Calla was slightly embarrassed, but overall was happy because now all the girls knew I was hers. 

Honestly jealousy looked good on Calla....

Marcius's POV

Its been weeks since I caught Ren and Calla's little snuggle session. Frankly I have never seen my son so happy. His finally settled down which is my dream come true. And as for Calla I am glad she finally got the happy ending she deserved especially after everything that happened to her parents. Jacques was my best friend and his wife was Iris best friend. There deaths were a shock, but were so senseless. Jacques was a well respected warrior and Rose helped the butcher. We had no enemies at the time of the slaughter, and my people respected them  so it only left  drifters. Drifters were hard to catch because they are always constantly moving, no place to call home. Making them untraceable we sadly never found the killer. So taking Calla under my wing was the least I could do. Drifters were normally not a problem, and most eventually found redemption in a new clan. Lately I had been seeing letters from the other clan leaders that drifters have been more of a problem lately. Especially killing warriors or stealing weapons. This was a huge concern because it means they were plotting something, but we had no idea what. Taking precautions I had the black smith stop making new weapons, and my top ten guards were to guard the weapons supply.

Not many people know and I don't plan on telling anyone that isn't close to me. If drifters were near or possibly in the clan I wanted to catch them not scare them off. Why now though to plot something? All the clans are at peace and thriving. Who is there leader?

Olaf's POV

My plan is almost complete. Amazing my warriors know how to get a job done well, and to not to be detected. I have ordered them through letters to steal any weapons they can get their hands on and hide them, killing warriors to decrease numbers against us. The letters are to be burned after reading so that no one stumbles upon it. I've decide that attacking the Notherns first. They are the furthers away and known of the clans really check in on them. Killing all of them and making that our land will be the start. From their we will move taking one clan after the other. Marcius's clan will be the last to die. He will be the last to die after he killed my father and banished my pregnant mother from the clan. I want him to die slowly after I kill Ren in front of him. Hmmm.. shall I burn him like a witch or rip out his organs with my bare hands. Better yet feed him alive to a group of wolves.  Whatever his death is will not be quick  and very painful.  " I will be the world's greatest nightmare!" Throwing a dagger hitting the bullseye. 

Author's Note:  Thank you so much guys for the 100 reads! I know it doesn't sound like a lot but it means a lot to me and I owe it to all you guys! I am trying to get more reads and votes so please share and keep reading / voting. This chapter took awhile to write, edit, and rewrite so sorry if I took longer than what you guys expected. Update coming soon!