Hidden Well (Romance)
 

((Note: I want actual literate RP-ers. Mistakes may happen, but I at least want good attempts. Also, this is to develop at a fair pace, not an instant romance. Thank you!))

The wind howled through the trees, causing a wave of leaves to fly off the branches, floating in the air as if stopped in time. A wolf howled in the darkness, signaling the rise of the full moon, the rise of the Karitan. Scurrying could be heard from the edges of the forest, animals trying to make their way into the safety of the woods, away from the looming danger that followed the storm.

Doors slammed shut as mothers rushed their children beneath the floors of their small cabins, husbands grabbing weapons for the upcoming battle. The streets of the crowded city were empty, save for a few stray cats lingering in the alleys. Everyone was tense, you could feel it in the air, all waiting for what was to come.

Tonight was the coming of the Karitan. They had troubled these people much in the last hundred years, forcing disease and poverty upon them, forcing them to cower in their own houses, scared of what the clan may do. Each year, the clan came around to the villagers' cabins, demanding the children, matter not the age. Each year they tried to protect the youngest generation, failing evermore.

And there she lay huddled, underneath the floorboards of her house, shaking and shivering in the cold. She was surrounded by stored materials, things that would normally be kept out of the way of the guests. Her brothers were by the trap door, surrounded only by each other, fearing for their lives. As the girl began to tell her brothers to back away from the door, to get away from view, she heard the door to her family's home being thrown open, the demand coming loud and clear. "Hand them over."

She shook, her body fighting the urge to cry out in fear, and despair, as she heard her father's arrow fly though the air, only to be broken by a small dagger withdrawn from the robes of one of the clan. She heard her father gasp, her mother cry out, and footsteps closing in on their hideaway. The door was thrown open, rough hands grabbing her brothers from below, a face peeking in to make sure no one was hiding. She couldn't breathe, her body just would not allow it. The face disappeared and the footsteps left.

She laid there for an eternity, breathing quietly in case they returned. Her breath caught as the door creaked open and a familiar face peeked in from above. "Amberlynn, come out. It's okay. Come here." She scrambled to get near the face, despite the soreness of her limbs. The man lifted her into his arms and rested her head against his shoulder. "Shh...it's okay now, baby." He left with her in his arms, placing her in a carriage with the other children who had escaped the devastation. They were the survivors, they were the only ones left alive...or so she thought.

((Alright, this is going to happen ten years later, when she is sixteen. She has been living in a hidden village within the woods with all the other survivors from her raid and all of the ones before. They have kept their village alive, struggling to survive. This can be whatever it makes out to be. Only main point is that she is extremely close to the guy who saved her, who was 14 then, so is 24 now.))

No one?