Broken Mate of His

March 30th, 1584.

Winchester, England 1580.
I heard my mothers cries, she pleaded for me to run. To go anywhere far from here, far away from the hunters of our kind. She pushed me away and screamed, "Run Aseaa, Run! Please don't stop running. Don't let them catch you, I fear of their rathe on you child. Please just go!"
I'll remember that night for all my life, as my mother begged me to run from the fire. Our house, our home, gone. It had been my dreadful 16th birthday, March 30th, 1580. But that's not what I'll remember it as, no, I'll remember it as the night when everything changed. I lost my family that night; my mother, my father, my brother, and two sister. I lost everything.
And after that night I vowed to never love again, I couldn't loose anyone else.

~Aseea Locken