Chapter 1 – Allan's past.

The man rode through the woods, his chestnut gelding panting for breath and sweating heavily.

"Shh Jane," The man soothed the horse, "Only a few more miles to go."

The frail looking person dismounted, leading his horse to the nearby stream allowing it to rest. He splashed the water onto his face, trying to remove the memories of the last few years from his scarred memory.

'Allan, it's mine!' The little boy screamed, pulling his teddy bear from his brother's grasp.

'But I haven't got one, and anyway Tom Mamma said we should share' Allan gave Tom a hard push, and the smaller boy fell to the ground, crying.

Allan ran back into the cottage, the bear clutched in his hand, smiling with happiness, until he saw what was going on inside.

'Mamma,' Allan screamed, dropping the meaningless toy to the ground.

Jane was laying, blood pouring from a stab wound in her stomach, dead on the floor, he stood at the side, tears pouring down his pale face.

'You?' Allan asked, pointing at me and backing away.

'Tom ran into the room, unaware of what was happening, until he collapsed at the sight of Jane.

'Tom,' Allan cried running over to his little brother and helping up, shaking him awake.

'She's, she's, Mamma!' tears poured from Tom's wide eyes as he ran over to her, jumping straight onto her stomach, sobbing onto her fresh wound, spreading her blood over his hands and clothes.

'We need to go Tom," Allan said calmly, still keeping his distance from me.

'Allan, I'm sorry, It was It was an accident…' I tried to explain.

'An accident!' Allan began to scream at me, 'You accidentally stabbed her did you James?'

'No, it was, I mean, well, It wasn't, I mean,' I stuttered.

'Come on Tom, let's go,' Allan grabbed Tom's arm and they fled from the house, the last I saw of them was the betrayed look in Tom's young eyes.

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