My Mother's Killer Ch. 6
Marie Sinclair was seven when her mother was killed in front of her. From then on she planned her life around revenge. Little does she know life has a plan all its own.
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I often think back on the day Michael and I were in my village. I can't help but let the memories of my childhood in. Michael had just giving me the pendant my father made for me, I wanted to cry but I was strong and held the tears back. We looked around my home and found some gold coins. Michael told me to save them until I got older and that he would make sure I had everything I need till then. We headed back to my new home; Michael didn't say a word. I just thought of one thing, "Revenge." We arrived home and I told Michael I wanted to be alone for a while so I grabbed my father's sword and headed into the deep forest to train. I continued to build up my Strength Over the next year. Michael was right, Sarah gave him a boy; they named him John.
John was a tinny little guy, He had his fathers face and his mother's piercing green eyes. "Hi little John," I said in baby talk. John cooed back and crawled towards me. I lifted him into my arms and gave him a kiss on the head. "Big sis has to train little one, when you get bigger you can come with me." I said while placing him onto the bear skin rug. "Sarah, I'm going into the woods for a while!" I shouted. "Wait just a minute little sis," Shrieked Sarah, "Now I know you want to act like a little soldier but you're getting older and need to learn how to act like a lady." I hated it when we would practice etiquette, I nodded my head and sat at the table and prepared to sit back in perfect posture and hold a delightful conversation with Sarah. She said I needed to know these things if I ever wanted to find a respectable husband.
I didn't care of these things, I didn't want a husband, I didn't want love, I only wanted revenge. I Finished up my lesson and ran out the door. Michael was chopping wood on a tree stump next to the chicken coop. I began thinking of my training; I had gotten stronger but still struggled to wield the sword. "Michael, can you help me fix my father's sword," I begged in the softest and sweetest voice I could produce. "How did it break," asked Michael with a puzzled look on his face. "It didn't break, I was just thinking that we could shorten the length of it and ark the blade so it's easier for me to control," I replied confidently. "Well I'm no blacksmith Marie, I don't think I could help you," he said apologetically. "I've watched my father a thousand times; I can just tell you what to do. Please,Please, Please!" I begged in a whinny voice.
He nodded yes and put down his ax and we headed over to the shop he built for my father's tools. I explained to him how to heat up the blade and use the pincers to shorten the blade. I then told him how and where to hit the blade with the hammer. Hours had past but it was finished; he handed me the sword which was now easier for me to lift and control. It had gotten late so I decided to continue training tomorrow. I had the same nightmare again, this time I didn't scream. I looked around the room and grabbed my red dress, put it on, grabbed my sword, and headed out the door. It was dawn and the grass was still wet with the morning dew. I headed to the stable and grabbed Michael's horse, Nobel. Nobel was a Dark black horse with a silky mane.
He was strong and intelligent; Michael would tell me that he was more like a dog than a horse. You tell Nobel to stay, he stays, hide, he hides; now don't get me wrong you don't have to tell him to jump or where to go, he knows the area well. It's just Michael said most horses don't listen to commands; they listen to force that's why he's like a dog. Any way I saddle up Nobel and head into the lush forest; it was spring and the forest was filled with new life as animal scurried around the forest floor. I headed deeper and deeper into the forest until I felt something fall on my shoulder.
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