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From the monastery, Cadell could see the whole village trailing off down the mountain, settling in among the foothills and along the banks of the river. The land was rich and fertile, if not a bit peaty, but the crops grew well enough, and the people, living with one another in their patched up, tossed together families, helped each other as best they could. It wasn't that different from any other village in the area, Cadell thought, and as a soldier and a mercenary, he'd seen almost all of them here, and abroad as well. The war had been taking its tole for decades now, and everybody was tired, and everybody, everywhere, was struggling just to keep the survivors alive another day.

As a monk, Cadell was given the privileged to learn. It was maybe the thing he loved most about living there, having not only the luxury of literacy on his side, but the opportunity and time to pick and choose what he pleased from the monastery's comparatively vast library. From books he'd learned about nuclear families, about children with fathers they not only knew, but spent time with, and full-blooded siblings. In Cadell's world, such things didn't exist; death was too rampant, and people banded together with whoever they could survive alongside.

It was true, however, that he had had a brother, full blooded and close to him in a way that he could never quite manage again with any of his mother's children. Owain had been 15 when he died.

Cadell knew that this was a horrifically common occurrence, that he shouldn't spare any extra thought on it because it wasn't like he was the only person that had lost almost everybody he loved. As a soldier, he'd killed hundreds of men himself, murdered people's fathers and uncles and brothers, and it had just been the way it was. Losing Owain was supposed to be the same, just part of living when they did, but somehow it never was. Cadell knew it never would be, and part of him hated even knowing that peace had existed, once, that maybe if they'd been born just a couple centuries earlier he'd still have a father and a little brother.

But that was an old wound, a scar that had healed up crooked and stiff, but healed none the less. Cadell didn't think about Owain too often these days.

Of course, now that he'd given up soldiering, now that he figured he was too old to live through many more fights (how many men over 25 did you ever see on the battlefield anyway? Most people didn't live past 18 these days.) he had plenty of brothers. The monastery provided a family he could depend on to be there for him, and he, in turn, was able, with his brothers, to provide the small village below a fatherly sort of protection from the soldiers who were supposed to be protecting them. Nothing really worked like it should anymore.

Sometimes, Cadell thought, as his eyes drifted over the currently silent scene below him, he did wish that he'd never learned to read. Really, the best times in his life had been when he was little, when he was nine and Owain was seven or so. Their communal siblings consisted mostly of girls and some slightly brutish elder boys, eager for violence and power, who Cadell could never bring himself to like. He'd always been thoughtful and curious, and Owain had been bright-eyed and clever, and the two of them had brilliant, useful chemistry as partners in crime.

For the time and place they lived, their childhood was a happy one. Cadell hadn't even really known the significance of having a blood brother at the time, he'd never learned to place any kind of significance on something as irrelevant as which dead man had sired them, and sometimes he wished, deeply, that he'd remained ignorant, that he hadn't bothered to learn about the nonsensical, but deeply appealing concepts that the past had treasured.

He learned about peace times, too, but the concept was so foreign that he couldn't entirely imagine it, much less yearn for it-- but he wasn't reluctant to admit that it did seem nice, if not a bit boring. The closest thing he could compare the idea to was when the soldiers would come, demanding their penance, and he and Owain would revel in their supreme masculinity and power. They never understood that they were being robbed, and their women, their sisters and mothers taken on whims, because at that age, none of that mattered to them. Even if it had, it was just the way things were. People died so often that racial survival depended on pregnancy. It didn't matter how children were conceived as long they were born healthy enough to grow, and to eventually join the war effort themselves.

Still, visits from the soldiers always felt like parties when Cadell was little. They were so festive, so glad to get away from the fronts for however long, glad to eat, glad to play, glad to take, and Cadell always felt safe with them there. He felt as glad as they did, because nobody was ever happy the way these men were, and it was contagious, intoxicating. Of course Cadell loved them; he was too busy showing off with Owain, too busy following the soldiers around like puppies to see their mother crying.

When the soldiers came, Cadell became Cadell ap Idris. He had a patronymic, and it mattered, because Idris had been a soldier too, and not just any soldier-- he born where Cadell was born, had grown up in love with their mother, she said. But he had left to defend his family, his country, because he loved them too. He never came back, but he had two boys with his name, and though Cadell couldn't remember Idris, or maybe because he couldn't, when the soldiers came, they were all his father. They were all here, specifically, to keep him safe.

There was nothing like the feeling of safety, ignorant or otherwise, and when he read about peacetime, some ten years later, all he could think about was that utterly destroyed sensation of being protected, of being part of something big and special and invincible. He would never feel it again, nor was he expected to.

At times like these, he really missed Owain.

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INTRODUCTION:

Ryndon walked through his small village. As usual, he didn’t know where he was going; he just didn’t want to be home. He hated it there. His mother, Christy, was never there; when she was she didn’t talk to him. There was always food and he never had to wear tattered clothes. They had always had a nice place to live. She went through the motions of motherhood but there was no affection.

On top of his semi-neglectful mother, he had to deal with his step father. Cody had been around since before he could remember. Ryndon had no idea who his real father was. He could be dead for all he knew. His mother refused to talk about him. Ryndon couldn’t imagine why. Could he really be any worse than Cody?

When he got to the end of the road, it split off. He wiped his wavy red hair out of his face and looked down both ways. The one on the left would take him out if town, but the next town was three miles away and he really didn’t want to walk that far. He turned right, town square it is.

He heard someone shout his name. He looked around and saw his friend Peter rushing up behind him. He had obviously been running after him for quite a ways. Ryndon had been too lost in thought to notice.
“Hey Peter.”
“Where are you going?”
“I haven’t decided.” Ryndon shrugged. “What are you up to?”
“I was just going to go swimming. Do you want to come?”
“Sure.” Ryndon didn’t really like swimming but he could always just sit by the river and drink. “Can we go get some whiskey first?”
“Of course. Do you have money?”
“No.” Ryndon grinned. Peter knew what he was thinking. He was going to steal again. Peter hated it when he did that. Last time the guards chased them all the way across town. Peter hoped that Ryndon would at least have the sense to rob a different shop this time.




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RELAXATION:

The river was warmer than it usually was. Peter was already in up to his waist. It usually took him twenty minutes to wade in that far. He wasn’t even dancing around with his hands pulled up to his shoulders the way he usually did.
“Come on Ryndon. It’s really warm.” Peter waved Ryndon over.
“No way!” Ryndon didn’t care how warm it was; he hated water. Besides, he was busy polishing off the whiskey. He had to practically guzzle it or it wouldn’t affect him, and he couldn’t have that.
“Did you finish that already?”
Ryndon nodded. He furrowed his brow in disappointment. He wasn’t even buzzed; he regretted not getting the vodka.
“I didn’t get any.”
“Maybe you should have had some on the way.”
“I don’t want to swim drunk!”
Ryndon rolled his eyes.
It was nearly midday which meant the sun was blazing full force. Ryndon stretched and smiled. That was more like it; he pulled his shirt off to let sunlight hit his bare skin. He lay down with his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. He could stay there all day.


Peter was still romping around in the river two hours later. He slipped on a rock and disappeared underwater. After a few seconds his head shot up and he looked around playfully trying to make it seem like he had done it on purpose. Ryndon had his arm draped over his face. He looked like he hadn’t moved since he finished the whiskey; Peter’s ego was safe.
He wasn’t even sure if Ryndon was awake; he did have a whole bottle of whiskey to himself. It was a small bottle, but it Peter drank that much straight whiskey by himself he wouldn’t be able to walk. He decided that he should probably check on him. He trudged out of the water and stood next to Ryndon. He nudged him with his foot.
“What?” Ryndon mumbled.
“I was just making sure you were still alive.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Ryndon moved his arm and squinted up at Peter.
“Well you drank a lot.”
“Pfft, I’m not even buzzed.”
“What!?” Peter didn’t believe him at first; then he thought about how much Ryndon drank and decided it was a possibility.
“You’re in my light.”
“Oh, sorry.” Peter sat down and started drawing in the sand. He was getting hungry. “Wanna go get something to eat?”
Ryndon shrugged.
“Come on then.”
“Where do you want to go?” Ryndon sat up and grabbed his shirt.
“We can go to my house.”
Peter lived right next to the town square. It was a loud, busy area but it was a very convenient place to live and Peters father liked being able to keep an eye on his house while he was at work. He was a blacksmith. Peter waved to his father when they passed by but he was busy and didn’t see them.

When they got to Peter’s house, Peter hurried to his bedroom to change before his mother yelled at him for dripping all over the floor. Ryndon waited in the entryway; he didn’t like sitting alone in someone else’s house. Peter only took a couple of minutes to return.
They headed into the kitchen to see what there was to eat.

“Peter, is that you?” Peter’s mother called.
“Yes.”
Peter’s mother walked into the kitchen. She had that ‘what have you been up to’ look on her face.
“Hello, Polly.” Ryndon smiled.
“Ryndon.”
Peter looked nervous. He reached up and took out some bread off of the shelf.
“I’ll get that for you, sweet heart” Polly took the bread from Peter.
“Thanks. Come on, Ryndon.”
Ryndon and Peter sat in the dining room. Polly came in and gave each of them a plate of bread and cheese and a glass of water. They thanked her. She gave Peter a look and walked out of the room.
“Should I leave?” Ryndon asked.
Peter shook his head; he had a mouthful of bread. Ryndon made his bread and cheese into a sandwich and took a bite. They finished their lunch in an awkward silence.

Just as they were getting ready to go out and find something else to do, there was a knock at the door. Polly opened it to find Christy standing there.
“Ryndon, you’re mother is here.” She called.
Ryndon’s eyes widened.
“What?” Peter asked.
“I’m not supposed to be out.”
“Are you in trouble again?”
“Yeah. I called Cody a fat b*****d.”
Ryndon drug his feet to the door. Christy folded her arms.
“Goodbye, Polly.”
“Bye bye.” She slammed the door as soon as Ryndon was clear.
“Home. Now.” Christy said.”
When he didn’t move she grabbed his arm and steered him down the road. He jerked away and walked ahead of her.




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Keeping a Secret

Shea and Liam crouched high in the treetops. They had been there for hours and Liam was getting very uncomfortable, not that he had been even remotely comfortable in the first place. There were small, sharp, branches in his face; he had bark in places he didn't even know he had; and Shea kept smacking him every time he made any sound whatsoever.

Shea looked calm and relaxed. Liam wondered how he managed to find such a comfortable place to sit. He was practically lounging! Then again, Shea had been doing this a lot longer than Liam had. Liam had just joined up a few months ago, Shea was training him. Why he got stuck with such a mean spirited trainer was beyond him. But what could he expect from assassins?

Liam couldn't figure out how not to anger Shea. One minute he was doing everything right; the next he was chasing him around the yard with a mace. Liam shuttered in remembrance of that....incident. He still wasn't sure what, exactly, he did wrong.

Liam sighed and leaned against the tree. He scratched his cheek with the arrow.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Shea whispered harshly.
"What did I do now?"
"That is a poisoned arrow you idiot."

Liam put the arrow in his lap and held it in place with his knees. How could he forget something as basic as that? Shea always used poisoned arrows! He made the poison himself, as well as the arrows. He was very proud of them; he called them his specialty.

Shea turned away from him. Something had peaked his interest. Liam straightened up to look. All he could see was leaves. He ripped a handful of branches down and slammed them down. Shea glared back at him with murder in his eyes. Liam had a feeling that if he messed this up Shea would literally kick him out of the tree.

A guard appeared a small distance away.

"Him?" Liam asked.
"He'll do."

Liam picked up the bow. He placed the arrow and drew back the string.

"Not yet!" Shea hissed.

Liam nodded and brought the bow down,

"Hmm, a senior officer." Shea said.
"How do you know that?"
"Easy." Shea climbed to a higher branch to get out of the way. "Rookies are paranoid."

The guard was under the tree now. Liam picked up the bow. He waited for the guard to pass. When he was in full view again, drew the arrow back, and shot.

The arrow whizzed through the air and struck the guard in the calf. The guard collapsed, screaming in pain, as the arrow ripped through the other side.

Shea smacked Liam and jumped out of the tree. He ran up to the guard and struck him to shut him up.

"You idiot!" He screamed.
"I'm sorry! I don't know why it hit so low." Liam had just managed to get out of the tree.
"Do you know what you did wrong?"
"I hit his leg."
"And?"
Liam shook his head.
"Well aside from hitting him in the leg, allowing him to scream bloody murder for everyone within a one mile radius to hear. You impaled him."
"I what?"
"A poisoned arrowhead needs to be touching something to poison it. The poison doesn't just magically leap into the body; you have to put it there!"
"I...."
"Just shut up!" Shea hit Liam again. "We need to get out of here. Someone will have heard him screaming."

Liam started to walk away. Shea didn't follow, he was pulling the guard's dagger out of his belt. The guard was murmuring something.

"Give me the bow." He reached out his hand.

Liam handed him the bow.

"Sh...ea?"

Liam was flabbergasted. "Why does that guard know your name?"

"That's unfortunate. Now I'm going to have to kill you."

Liam turned to run. He only got a few paces away before Shea threw the dagger. It struck Liam in the back, he fell. He tried to get up but Shea pushed the dagger further in with his foot. Liam let out his last breath and went limp.

Shea left the dagger where it was. It would look like the guard stabbed him. Unfortunately he couldn't let the guard live either. He calmly walked over and picked up the bow. He shot the guard square in the chest and tossed the bow aside.

Shea took one last look at Liam before he left. He hadn't wanted to kill him, but he had to. Shea had a secret. A secret that would get him killed if anyone found out about it.

Now to establish an alibi, Shea thought.

He headed north, toward the castle. We walked quickly, the area would soon be swarming with guards trying to find the dead assassin's partner.

The gate was unguarded and wide open. Not smart. The guard had obviously left in a hurry. He looked up at the fourth window from the right on the second floor. It was open and the light was on. He found a foothold and climbed up to the windowsill. He shook his head at how easy it was to get in.

He poked his head in. Lily sat on her bed combing her hair. She jumped when he saw him out of the corner of her eye. He was inside and half way to her by then.

She stood up and flung her arms around him.

"You're late." She said.

He kissed her and laid his head on her shoulder. When she tried to pull away he clung to her.

"What did you do?" she whispered.

"Only what I had to."

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My brain broke. YOU'RE too awesome.

Are you challenging me?

Ryndon tried to think fast. Should he stand his ground? Should he show Cody that he wasn’t afraid? But he was afraid. Cody’s beatings were savage. He would knock him around like he was in a bar fight. Cody circled around the table and stood over Ryndon. Ryndon could smell the alcohol on his breath.
I swear I’m getting drunk just from the potency of his breath! Ryndon thought. He stood up slowly to face Cody; sarcasm wouldn’t get him out of this situation. I am NOT putting up with this anymore! He can’t just stomp over here like an ogre and bully me into submission! He stared Cody right in the eye.
“Tryin’ to be brave?” Cody said, of course slurring his words.
“Bravery requires a potential threat.” Ryndon narrowed his eyes. “What are you going to do? Breathe on me until I pass out?”
“Don’t dare talk to me that way!” Cody shouted.
Ryndon scoffed and started to walk away.
“Hey! I’m talkin’ at you!”
“And?”
“Get your a** back here.” Cody’s voice was quiet and hostile.
Ryndon glared at him defiantly for a moment then walked away. He was not interested in a fight. He heard Cody stumbling after him, falling against the wall for support. Ryndon really didn’t care. He went into his room and locked the door. Cody was too drunk to pick the lock and Christy was too passive to do anything about it. She probably wasn’t even there any more. She tended to vacate the premises when conflict arose.
“Ryndon!” Cody pounded on the door. “You open this door NOW!” He screamed.
Ryndon rolled his eyes and put his headphones on. He cranked the volume all the way up. The music was so loud that he couldn’t think about anything else, just the way he liked it. He sang along, having no idea how loud he was singing seeing that he wouldn’t have heard a cannon go off if it was right next to his head. He skipped to number seven on his CD, his favorite song, and lay down to bury his face in his pillow. Now he couldn’t see or hear his surroundings, it was divine. It was his only escape with Cody blocking the door. His windows had been barred to keep him from sneaking out.
He took a deep breath and attempted to practice a relaxation technique he recently read about. With every breath he imagined all of the negative energy in his body leaving when he exhaled. When he inhaled he imagined fresh untainted energy entering his system. He took a deep breath and held it in. When he exhaled, he opened his eyes. He smelled whiskey. He looked to the right to see Cody standing over him. How did he get in? Ryndon leapt up and headed for the door. Cody had knocked it out of the frame. Ryndon wouldn’t get away this time.
Cody grabbed his hair and wrapped it around his hand. Ryndon let out a pathetic yelp. Cody pulled him close and made him stare him in the face. In Cody’s eyes was a mixture of hatred and satisfaction. Ryndon didn’t care what his mother said, Cody enjoyed beating him. Ryndon’s scalp felt like it was about to rip away, that was probably because Cody was pulling harder. Every time Ryndon tried to get away, Cody tightened his grip.
Realizing he wasn’t going to get away, Ryndon decided to fight back. He kicked Cody in the stomach with all his strength. Cody grunted and released him. Ryndon took this opportunity to strike again. He chose to tackle him and go for the face. He struck Cody twice before he was thrown to the ground. He couldn’t let Cody pin him down, then he would be beaten to a pulp. He jumped up and kicked at Cody. He made contact with his hand, better than nothing.
Cody got up slowly, breathing heavily. “You’re going to die now!”
s**t! Ryndon’s head said, but his mouth said “Bring it on you flabby heifer!” He was too angry to control himself. He would probably regret this, but for now he didn’t care. He rushed Cody in an attempt to punch him in the nose. Cody grabbed his hair, again, and ran him into the wall. He let Ryndon fall to the ground. Ryndon tried to get back up but Cody had sobered up enough to be faster than him. He elbowed Ryndon’s back and threw him, literally, into the hallway. Ryndon slumped against the wall. Pain shot through his entire body. His head was throbbing and it felt heavy. He had to remind himself to breathe. Cody approached him and backhanded him. He hit the ground and stayed there. He had no strength left. The room was spinning, his ears were ringing. Cody kicked him in the ribs one more time before he stalked down the hallway to his own bedroom.
Ryndon stayed where he was until he was sure Cody was gone. He tried to crawl to his feet but he was too dizzy. He managed to prop himself up on his elbows. He felt something warm dripping onto his hand. It was blood, a lot of it. He tried to lift a hand to check his nose, he didn't have the strength, he collapsed face first onto the floor. The pain from the impact nearly made him cry. He knew this pain. Cody had broken his nose, again. He let out a groan and passed out in a pool of his own blood.


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THROUGH THE FIRE: **needs to be touched up a bit but here ya' go**