A/N: This is a second rider fanfic. Hope you like it.

Chapter 1: Trapped

A young girl about the age of sixteen yawned and rose from a small bed in a hotel. She was alone in Teirm, paying for the upkeep by running errands for the owner. She had long dirty black hair and sad, forest green eyes. Her parents had been killed recently on a merchant ship that had been attacked and she didn't know anyone else enough to ask them for her stay.

She wore brown leggings and a white long-sleeved shirt with boots. Her parents' merchandise and home had been sold. Marie could've only kept it if she had been married. So, the girl's only possessions were a small dagger used for meat, her clothes and a small locket with two tiny portraits of her mom and dad.

Slipping on her boots, a call rang up the stairs to her. "Marie! Get down here! I need you to take something to Angela!"

Groaning, Marie stood and brushed herself off. Sure she liked having a place to live, and the job was easy but sometimes she just wanted some money to wander and enjoy herself.

Standing next to the window for a moment, Marie let the sun beat against her tanned skin. It felt warm from being in a small, cold room for the night.

"Marie!" yelled the voice again.

"Coming!" she yelled. Looking on the floor, she found a small piece of rope and used it to tie her messy hair up.

She then went out of her room and raced down the stairs to meet the bartender. "What do you want me to take, Gareth?"

The bartender sneered and passed a strange plant across the bar. It was small and had tiny flowers popping against it. The flowers were queer colors like brown, silver and gold.

"Ask her what it's worth and take watch'ya can get. I have a few more that you'll be needing to take tomorrow and tonight." Gareth said. Marie nodded and took the plant. On her way out, she saw and old man and a boy about her age, talking with a local.

Pondering why they're here, Marie walked out and headed down the road, making her way to the herbalist's shop. As she neared, she decided that they were probably just merchants.

Angela was sitting on her porch with a frog at hand. She had a notepad in the other and was writing quickly. Rolling her eyes slightly, Marie stepped up, with the plant at hand.

"Gareth wants to know what's this plant's value," she said. Angela stayed silent, still writing.

"Could you tell it to me?" Marie asked forgetting how specific she was.

"Yes," she said and kept writing. Marie groaned and ran a hand through her hair.

"What is this plant's value?" she asked, becoming impatient.

"10 shillings," said Angela. Marie sighed.

"Are you going to buy it?" asked Marie. Angela was always fairly annoying when it came to asking questions.

"Yes," was the short answer. Marie was about to say more when Angela stopped writing and raised a hand.

"Put it inside and I will pay you when you come back out," she said and started writing in a dismissive manner.

Grumbling under her breath, Marie shook her head and opened the door to the shop. A hot, wet atmosphere made Marie break into a sweat. Plants of all different kinds crowded the area and drawers of all shapes and sizes were up against the wall.

A small opening in all of the drawers caught Marie's eye and two glowing eyes stared back at her. A bit nervous, Marie turned back to the door after setting the plant down when she heard voices.

Pushing back a bunch of vines, Marie looked out to see Angela talking with the man and the boy from the shop. They were riding pretty horses, one snow white and the other a light bay. The boy had dark brown eyes and dark brown hair that fell into his face.

By the looks on their faces, Marie could tell that Angela was giving them a hard time about something. Marie chuckled to herself and watched the two go next door before going out and getting the money from Angela.

She entered the hotel with a sigh and gave the money to Gareth who grumbled thanks and waved her off.

Marie, happy to have some free time, raced out of the store and began to walk, enjoying the smells of the city. She soon found herself wandering by Angela's. Walking past the now empty porch of the herbalist, she saw the boy sitting against the wall of the merchant, Jeod's house. The horses were tied to the front and the boy had a look of confusion on his face.

Marie walked past the house, happily unnoticed. Thinking about Jeod brought bad memories. His ships were the ones the kept going down. His ships were the ones her parents were killed on.

Marie soon found herself outside of Teirm, wandering into a small forest.

A rustling off to the side caught her attention. Spinning quickly, she saw a flash of blue.

Quietly, she walked towards the place where she had seen the flash and looked. Nothing. Sighing, Marie walked aimlessly forward.

"Well, I'm bored. I have absolutely nothing to doOOOO!" she cried as the ground suddenly dropped from underneath her. She soon found herself traveling down a muddy tunnel.

Wet dirt shot up as she traveled deeper. Marie gagged slightly as some made it when into her mouth.

With a thump, she landed on mud in a mud covered little cavern. Coughing up mud and dirt, Marie wondered what Gareth was going to do to her once she got out of here.

If…she got out of here. Groaning slightly, Marie looked up at the late afternoon sky and sat down. Was she ever going to get out of here?

Please review! I hope it doesn't sound rushed or anything. Thanks!