OliviaDarlene

| CHAPTER THREE | ... AISLIN ...I was obsessed with the mysterious note. I couldn't keep it out of my hands. I kept opening it, reading it, turning it over in my hands, before folding it back up and stuffing it back into my tiny pocket, only to start the whole process all over again two minutes later. I was going crazy inside. Normally, I lived a pretty consistent lifestyle. Everything was orderly and scheduled. Now, my life had taken me by my witts end, turned me upside down, inside out, and not to mention, set me 180 degrees in the wrong direction. My exterior features were usually always displayed in a cool, calm, and collected demeanor.

| CHAPTER TWO | ... NOLAN ... Grabbing my bow and arrows, I charged through the door, exiting the tavern I called home. I was spewing venom I was so livid. They knew nothing of my mother. Had my older brother, Greyson, not owned the tavern, I would have silenced every last one of those basterds. I was so blind to my surroundings, I was on autopilot. Filled with an internal chaos of animosity, I headed to the tranquility and saftey of the woods. The people of the village went on about their day, with no notion as to my irritation. Intuitively, I dodged those who were completely oblivious to my presence. It only fueled the flame to the fire tha

| CHAPTER ONE | ... AISLIN ...Sounds around me faded in and out. The faint echo of footfalls dissipated as I slowly lifted my heavy eyelids. Quietly I gazed around the room. There was nothing worth noting. It was damp and cold, both visually and physically. Shuddering under the ratty and torn blankets, I tried to grasp what little warmth I could. But nothing would seem to wake my tired and sore body. What had happened? Why was I here and why was no one here to check on me? I tried desparately to righten myself up. The bed upon which I had been stationed in, was a far cry from luxurious, but it was definitely softer than my hand-made bed of m