Anaveya

Part Three: Vengeance. It had taken Anaveya just four short months to formulate a plan that was as close as it could be to perfect in which she would carry out her revenge on those men who had murdered her brother. And no, not just her brother, but her family too. Her mother and her father. Val had never been terribly forthcoming with the details on exactly what had happened to their family, claiming both that he didn’t know enough himself or that she was too young, and he would tell her when she was old enough to hear it. He had lied, at least about the former. She’d managed to piece it all together following his death through a

Part Two: Eye for an eye. The sense of urgency Ana felt once she actually left the house was so immense that within seconds she was running, a full speed run that didn’t falter until she reached the docks. She’d planned on stopping at the one inn that her brother did spend the most time in after hours, but even it had been closed, and this only made her run faster. She came to a stop at enough of a distance to rest for a moment behind one of the palms bordering the shore line, bent over, hands on her knees gasping for breath for several minutes, recovering from the sprint. She was thankful that night that the moon was so bright,

Part One: Back to the beginning. She giggled when he scooped her up into his arms and started to run. She slipped her short, plump arms around his neck and held on just like he’d told her to, and to her it was all just a game at first, and he ran so fast that the wind bit cold into her cheeks, whipping her hair around, and at some point she stopped giggling and nestled her face into his neck where it was warm and closed her eyes until they had stopped. Tucked up in his lap in the middle of the meadow, her face pressed close to his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her, the thing that the little girl remembered the most was the sm