Chapter Two: Peace: Creation

"Aim steady." Mac whispered, as I aimed the snipper to the deer.

"When you have a head shot...don't think, assume or feel. Breathe. Shoot." He instructed.

'don't think, assume or feel.'

'shoot'

the shot was out just like a breath of fresh air, the deer lay on the ground with blood pouring from its head.

"Good." Mac said as he got up from our crunched position.

I nodded at him and stood. Walking to the deer I crunched and touched its forehead.

With my eyes closed I whispered, "Thank you."

"Your father didn't mistake you when he said you have to much of peace than war in you." he said as he watched me with disappointment.

"Oh shut up, don't judge me." I said with a small smile.

"I'm just prepping you. you are the daughter of a ruler. Your brother is as heartless as a mule but you. you are soft, nurtured but if trained more you would be a queen without a king." Voiced filled with determination, he looked at me with pride.

"If we had a choice. I would take you right now as wife. Right now as my queen." He said as he neared. "All you have to do is agree and I would be anything you desired. I would give you an heir so strong you would not need to desire riches. Accept me."

"Your mate is dead for that reason, now before I cut your hands that have entangled themselves around my sister I would hurry up and remove them." A voiced demanded.

Mac quickly moved back and out of my personal bubble. Mac's mate died two years ago in a fight against another village. Aura was her name, she died two weeks pregnant and Mac was too late to reach her. Now he was stuck as my guard and trainer. I had learned almost everything from him. I walked to Robert as he held his hand out for me. Robert was fierce and did not take any chances when it came to me.

He was protecting and it was understandable, judging from the fact that we were twins. Both twenty-four, he was six ft. I was 5.8, we both have light brown eyes and similar features. Yet dad always said I had a look that could seem more innocent, more fragile and that would be my weapon. I preferred peace though and if I wouldn't have it. I would lay a piece of gratitude on their souls. Dad said I never cried when I was born, I came out quiet and my brother loud. Mom said for some reason we were always in tune. It's still like that till this day.

"Soon, you'll be lucky. Thank you for the lesson." I said to Mac as I was walked away with my brother in tow.

"Still can't believe dad let that old douche work beside you every day, knowing he tries to mack on you every time, it is not right." Robert began

"His one of dad's top 5 fighters. He trusts him." I said smoothly as I moved through the forests. The sun's rays hitting my visible parts of my skin, instantly warming. I was pushed into the tree in front of me harshly and had it not been for my hands I would have crushed my head. I turned to Robert with such furry I almost hurt my neck.

"What the heck was that for?!" I yelled as I rubbed my hands where it was slightly bruised.

"You couldn't even pay attention to your surroundings or the people you are with. That is bad training. You trust no one Armani. No one. There is always war in this world that's why even peace can sometimes only come when there is war. Now fight me." He commanded.

"No. that is your belief, not mine." I huffed as I turned to stomp away. Next thing I know I'm being thrown into a bush, next to the rose bush and it pricked my skin. I pushed myself out and tears began to gather in my eyes.

"That crap won't save you Armani. Now fight me." He said again as he began to circle me.

"I don't want to." I said as I touched my tiny wounds.

"No, but you have to. Otherwise, I'm taking you back home black and blue. Your weak." He said

"I am not."

"Then fight."

"I shall not."

He then charged at me with speed and I sidestepped him, only for him to grab my arm and throw me to the ground.

"Useless. Do you not think I have reflexes or can't calculate what you will do? Now fight!"

I ran to him with a battle cry and slapped him, which I knew he let me because he just stared at with a smirk.

"Weak." He whispered at my ear. He then carried me and threw me in the bush again only for my arm to get stuck slightly in the rose bush.

"Get yourself out." He said as he sat down cross-legged before me. I began to cry as I tried to get my arm out the rosebush. The thorns stuck in some places making it even harder to get out. 10 minutes later I was out. I stood before my brother with tears and blood flowing. He touched my face as if fragile crystal and fear overtook me. I was afraid he would push me in there. Despite the pain, I punched him and pushed him in the thorn bush. Yet within a minute, he was out.

"Good. Fear. Today I'll let it slide, we can go home and get patched up but tomorrow I'm going to start training you because what Mac has been doing is useless." He said as he began to walk away. I followed him behind trying to keep the pain suppressed even though I just wanted to cry out really badly.