The Sword and the white rose

Chapter 1

The next night I woke up early and went to my desk. I pull out my writing utensils from my secret draw I had. Shortly after pulling the stuff out Morifirer woke up. He come over to me like he normally does and kissed my forehead.

“I see you have already started your night. He said this with a little laughter in his voice.

“Yeah I have, but I don’t know where to start.”

“Well” he said with a playful tone in his voice “why don’t you started from when you live come all messed up.”

I gave him a side way smiled and laughed

“You know that when I was five year old”

“Well it a good spot to start from”

“That is true.”

“See I told you it will be.” He said this with a cocky tone in his voice.

I just smiled at him and grab his hand.

“Okay love I will start when I was five.”

I got up from my desk and we both walked out of the room holding hands. I had so much stuff that kept popping in my head. The wheres, the what’s, the how comes, you know the normal stuff dealing with writing and the fear I have on the get together that I want to do with my family. I didn’t let that bother me right now. I wanted to be in the present time with Mon guerrier. He had been with me through all of our happy and hard times, he has watch me cry, laugh, and had fear. Not once had he left my side through all these years. He’s my rock, my love, my best friend, Mon guerrier. We went downstairs like we normally do, but this time I felt a little better then I had been for the last 600 years. I was a lot more happier.

“You know you are a lot more happier tonight Amore moon.”

“I feel a lot more happier then I have been.”

“I am so glad to hear that. So where do you want to go tonight.”

“Um let go to our spot tonight.”

Morifirer look over at him with the look of wilderness on his face.

“You want to go there tonight!! Okay Amore mio.”

“I know we haven’t been there for a long time.”

He smile and lifted my hand to his month. He opened up just slightly and nicked his tooth on my palm of my hand. The smallest little pressure when he bite down took a small bit of my air away and he knew it.

“ Mon guerrier you are cheating that’s not how the game starts.”

“Well I have to try something you always out lasted me.”

I took my hand from his and walk to the kitchen. While I was in the kitchen Morifirer went to get his paints, canvas, and brushes. We meet outside on the beach like we always do before a hunt. After he set his stuff up I took his hand and we went out for our hunt.

We were gone for maybe about 3 hours max before we went back home. Morifirer went to his painting and I went inside to start working on my personal stuff and to do the list for the get together.

It was in 1773. I was five years old when my whole life change. My family was not the riches people there was, but we had enough money to get food on the tablet, get fabric to make dress for ourself, and not to worry about the king or anyone taking our home away. You would of call me middle class at today time, but I was happy with my family. I had a mom, a dad, and a sister. My father was a great father. He use to tell us ‘no matter what you can do whatever a man can do.’ He was our teacher and he love that he had girls. For some of you you’ve learned this in history class that father were not so happy to have daughter they all wanted sons ,but my father loved it. I am just saying stuff let’s get back into the story .

It was a nice autumn night there was a slight breeze in the air. My father and I were outside take care of our garden. I loved that time with My father. He would show me different kinds of flower and herbs.(at the time I didn’t know why he was teaching me this)

“Florenca my child this is what we call a Belladonna. You see the plum color flower on this ember green leaf and stem with the blackish berry.”

“Yes papa.”

“Okay it’s very toxic it also called Deadly Nightshade. So we must never eat them.”

“Yes papa.”

“Florenca go into the house!” My father said this with the most panic stricken in his voice.

” Why papa.” I said with clueless look on my face.

“Just go do it please.” He said sounding more scared then anything else.

As I was walking back to our house, out of nowhere someone came and grab my throat hard to the point that I passed out. When I was able to get my vision clear enough to see what was going on. Someone had me on the top of our house holding me over the edge.

“Maverick put her down.” My father said this with growling tension in his voice.

“Why should I Edgar.” He said with the most maniacal tone in his voice.

“Florenca can you hear me sweetheart.”

I could hear the panic in my father voice as he tried to hide it. I couldn’t move or say anything, but I try to let my dad know I could hear him. Each time I moved or tried to say anything the person my dad called maverick grip harder on my throat to the point I passed out.

when I finally woke up I was on the ground. My father was holding me, and the person called Maverick was on the ground as well. There was a new person stand over my father and myself.