Zoe Reed - Breaking Legacies

Kneeling on one knee, I peered through the long, frosted blades of grass in the meadow, clutching the bow in my hand and watching the dense trees at the other end of the clearing. The forest around me was blanketed in a thick sheet of snow, but I was wearing enough fur to double my weight. So far, this had been a rough winter, and Id been tracking an elusive deer for the last few days. Just the thought of him was making my stomach cramp hungrily.

Tch! I clicked my tongue at my wolfhound, which was crouched at my side but beginning to rise. I didnt want him giving away our position, so I gave him the hand command to lie down. He obeyed, lowering himself to his stomach so completely that his pure white fur disappeared in the deep snow.

While he all but vanished, I discovered why hed been rising. I had to steady myself when the first point of the deers antlers poked through the trees, because it excited me so much that I almost rose too. The animal took another cautious step, and then stopped to look around. Kneeling like I was, the grass around me almost reached my forehead, and its frozen gold color was camouflaged to the pale brown of my furs. I was well hidden, and after giving Albus the signal to stay motionless, I began to reach for an arrow at my back. The movement was so gradual that Id let out three long, foggy breaths before my hand even brushed the quiver.

The deer took a few more steps into the meadow. I placed the arrow against my bowstring. The deer paused after another step as its head turned my direction; it was aware of danger, but it didnt matter. The vibrations of my bowstring shuddered in the frigid air, and the arrow sailed perfectly into the creatures heart. Albus knew that when I let loose my arrow he could move. He sprang up, prepared to make chase if Id missed, but I never miss. The hart took one leap, and collapsed when its hooves touched down again.

I ran toward it, my left hand ready on the knife at my hip in case it was still breathing. We would finally eatmy mother and ten-year-old brother and me. Wed get to have something other than deficient vegetable stew.

The deer was dead the moment I shot it. As was my religious custom, I knelt at its side and placed my hand on its head to whisper, Thank you for your sacrifice. May your spirit rest within me. Then I stood. Eyes, I told Albus, motioning to our quarry.

While he was protecting our sustenance, I sprinted back to where Id left my dark brown horse, Brande, and returned with him at a gallop even though I could hear the cart he was pulling beating against roots and the sides of trees. I detached the cart and pushed as much of it as I could underneath the deer, though I couldnt do much since the animal weighed far more than I did. There was a rope hanging from Brandes saddle, so I looped one end around the saddle horn and the other around the deers antlers. Then I led Brande forward a few steps, until hed successfully dragged our kill completely onto the wagon.

After reattaching Brande to the cart, I mounted, and we started back toward home with Albus trotting at our side. I was overcome with excitement in anticipation of presenting my mother with the deer, eager to see the smile on her face and the small dance Nilson did whenever I brought home food. That is, until I reached our farm and saw a group of horses outside, all clad in the kings red and gold. Id known my brother to steal a sweet roll, or occasionally pickpocket to pay for said sweet roll. My only conclusion was that hed been caught, and they were here to fine my mother for money she didnt have, and thus take Nilson to the prison in Guelder.

Whats happened? I asked, already near a panic as I burst into the cottage.

There were soldiers standing around, but my eyes searched the small room for Nilson. He was sitting at the table with our mother, looking rather comfortable for a prisoner. When he saw me, he waved, with a sweet roll clutched firmly in his other hand.

Whatve you got to look guilty about? laughed a familiar deep voice.

Id been so frightened that I hadnt tried to make out the faces of the soldiers. Now I looked at the one whod spokena tall young man, bulky in his armor, with long brown locks and facial hair to match. I knew him to be twenty-one years of age, just two years older than myself. It was him whod brought Nilson the sweet roll he was eating.

Thats a rotten trick, I scolded as I strode over, and when I got there I swung myself onto his back. Coming here with all these men.

Your eyes, he laughed, wrestling me off of him. Look, look. He motioned for me to watch, and then mockingly exaggerated an expression of horror.

The soldiers name was Silas. Our fathers had been old friends, and wed grown up together, hunting and tracking, even brawling when there wasnt anyone around to scold us for it. Silass fortune and skill with a sword had led him to knighthood in the kings guard. My lack of fortune and sword-skill led me to the woods.

Take off your armor, I challenged, rapping my knuckles against his steel chest. Ill give you something to be frightened of.

Kiena, my mother uttered, brown eyes giving me a similarly sharp review. She hated it when I didnt act formally in front of officials, even if it was just Silas.

I ignored the rebuke, finally taking off my heavy coat and then sitting myself right on top of the table, knowing she was still glaring at me. Did you come for supper? I asked Silas. Just shot myself a hart of eighteen.

He squinted his eyes at me. No you havent.

Come and look, then. I got up and stepped toward the door, leading him outside so he could see that I wasnt lying.

Some of the other soldiers had trailed along out of curiosity, and they stood by the open door of the cottage while Silas counted the tines of the deers antlers. Eighteen, he mumbled to himself when he finished, laughing in amazement. Eighteen! he repeated to those of his men whod stepped out. Then, to one in particular, I told you she was the right one.

Right one? I echoed, following Silas back into the cottage while my mother and Nilson passed us to take care of the deer. For what?

He waited until both he and I were seated at the table. Id never seen him so suddenly serious, and sitting there with him, surrounded by five other soldiers, I was growing a little bit nervous too. Princess Avarona has run away, he told me after a minute. I nodded, though that bit didnt particularly mean much to meI lived on the edges of a forest over twenty miles from the castle. The king wants her found before the Ronan Empire hears of it. I nodded again, this time in understanding. Our kingdoms had been at war for decades. If Ronan spies found her before King Hazlitt did, it would be over. I got word to him that there was no better tracker in the kingdom than you.

You did what? I asked as my heart sank. Silas, why?

Because its the truth, he answered. When I offered no reply but the shaking of my head, he added, If you bring her back safely, hell reward you with more gold than could fill this cottage. You could move into Guelder. Nilson could have a sweet roll with every meal.

And if I cant find her? I asked. Id never even seen the king, but everyone in Valens knew that the reputation of his temper preceded him. Or if she gets hurt? Then hell have my head, is that it?

You could find a fox in a blizzard, he said. I scowled at that, but to emphasize his point, he motioned toward my dog. Even without Albus.

I dont know why I was even still thinking about it. I didnt much have a choice now. If the king had decided he wanted me, then I had to go. But what would Mother and Nilson do while I was gone? What if I