Chapter Eleven- Ash

A smirk played on my brother's face. He was no doubt about to explain why we didn't sell Helena's mother. My memory fogged back twelve years ago...

-My brother stood by me A frown rested on both our faces as rain fell and mixed with tears. Our sister lied their cuts littering her face. A woman from the HamishI family was not too far off. She was passed out a letter held in her hand, it was painted with blood.

No doubt our sister put up a good fight, and in order to avenger her we would visit her family. So as I took the letter and traced their location down my brother took the woman hostage to sell.

The journey to the house was full of annoyances so by the time I knocked on the door I was ready to kill all who lived there. The door creaked open and I met two pairs of eyes. It seemed to look like an older brother carrying a small three-year-old girl. She laid asleep on his shoulder.

My mind filled with an idea. I smirk played on my face. If we sold both girls we would make three times more. Not to mention it would be more agonizing to them.

They would feel the loss of their mother as we felt for our sister. Before I could say a word a knife was at my throat. " How did you find us?" The boy,who looked to be only thirteen years old, had fear swirling in his eyes. " I-I have a letter!" I squealed. I was only his sister's age, and yet he still could feel my bad aura.

He snatched the letter. "Go away". He spat in annoyance. I nodded and turned to leave as he let the knife down. Not soon after I heard other children cry. A smirk played on my face.-

I looked at my brother. I did have to admit when she and I were training she had good skill and confidence but not enough strength. Of course, I had to go easy on her so she didn't lose hope.

" So," My brother smirked, " If you win you can have your dear mother along with turning both of us in. But, I win you will come with me, you'll never see your brothers again. Oh, and they won't interfere deal?"

She nodded fiercely. In honesty, Helena is beautiful. She has courage, and if her family hadn't killed my sister, I may have liked Helena. To face the odds Helena won't win.

My brother went to military school with me in the south, he has also studied three different types of martial arts and mastered so many weapons. My emotions mixed together. We've gone too far. No turning back now...

My brother flipped out his sword from his belt and smirked. She pulled out her bow her eyes glistened with fire. She did shoot only to graze my brother's cheek. Blood spilled from it, and he swept it up with one finger and licked it off.

Fear stained her brother's faces, yet because of the agreement, they could not interfere. My brother even stated that if they dared to try I was to kill their mother on the spot.

I have come to know Helena's mother from the time we imprisoned her. She was strong-willed and stubborn. She spoke of her husband who fueled her fire. He had left them right before her mission.

From her words, he had gotten drunk and almost harmed one of the kids. They fought, he left for good, and she surrounded herself with her kids. When I saw Helena for the first time I knew this was the girl. A spitting image of her mom. I snuck into her room to kidnap her for sale, but when I heard her mumble in her dreams I knew things would fall into place much smoother if she escaped herself.