Her life started, and ended with a kiss. A kiss brought two lovers together, and brought her into our chaotic world, and a kiss would tear her world apart.
A small, giggling young girl ran off after her older sibling, stumbling and rushing to keep up with her. Both yipped when Bell tackled her big sister, and both ended up in jumbled heap.
Bell, don't be too rough!
Their mother called from her place in the grass, smiling at the girls that were dragging themselves out of the dirt,
You both need to get ready, before you two get filthier.
Bell hated her yellow dress, and all the ribbons and lace that decorated it. She stood calmly beside her sister, watching the gangplank with hopeful eyes. As each soldier stepped off the boat, her hope grew smaller and eventually disappeared. Her father's friends were the last to get off the boat. The tall, muscular men approached her mother, who was frantically shaking her head. One of them grabbed her before she collapsed, Bell tried to ignore her mother's sobbing, Her now eyes were starting to water a little and one of the men picked her up, offering him one of his usual goofy smiles. She had always liked Blue the best, he was the nicest out of all her father's friends.
Hey Bell, no tears, okay?
I know, sweet pea, your daddy was brave for all of us.
He hugged her gently, smiling brightly at him.
: Your Daddy, THE Red Lark, was brave so that we could stay. He wouldn't want you to be said. He died to save us. Do you want to be brave and strong like him someday?
She nodded slowly, sniffling a little as she wiggled in his arms. He smiled and gave her another hug.
Good girl, I'll talk to your mother about starting early with you.
She smiled slightly, Blue gave her a grin as he tugged the tugged a familiar pendant out of his pocket. He slipped it around Bell's neck, who smiled. She had always wanted her father's necklace, and the responsibility that went with it, she just didn't expect it so soon.
Her training started a month after her father's death. She started it three years early, but it gave her plenty of time to get better and better. Bell growled a little, a loud emitting from the wooden dummy in front of her when she landed that final strike. Her eyes slid shut and she smiled a little at the small applause that Blue gave her. He was never easy on her, and she was always happy to get any kind of praise from him. Bell rubbed a little at her bandaged knuckles, gently padding away from the dummy with a warm smile on her face.
You're exceptional for someone your are, maybe even better than your father, Bell. I've written the council about your admittance, you will need to be on your best behavior during the demonstration, you will be sparing with me, and make sure to keep control of yourself.
He nodded firmly at his words, smiling when Blue ruffled her hair a little.
We will also be having guest later, a general from the main land and his son, you're--
Sir, aren't we at war with the mainland.
...Yes, very observant of you, little Bell. He is here for negotiations with me, You'll need to find someway to entertain his son.
She frowned a little at the order, but nodded. She was a warrior! She was meant for combat, not to baby sit some barbarian.
The days she had waited for her chance seemed to fly by, almost all of her time was spent in the training arena, sparring with the older man that stood in front of him. The grim voice of the elder began their match, and she did not hold back. They had two very different styles, Blue's controlled and precise, Bell's wild and defiant, with a certain grace to it .She wielded the bo staff she started with flawlessly, just like her instructor, and showed no mercy with the tiger claws. The old man raised a hand to stop the spar, both a little bruised, and very out of breath. She was everything they were looking for, and everything her mother dreaded she'd become. She had the control her father did, the speed he could never reach, and still was alluring during the fight.
Just like your father, Miss, you should a lot of promise, maybe even more than him. Very good, for a hybrid, I will discuss your placement with the rest of the council, as of now, welcome to our ranks.
Bell's heart jumped at the man's word, and she nodded quickly, she still had not quite caught her breath, but she didn't care, this had to be one of the best days of her life.
Unfortunately, just because there was reason to celebrate, did not mean she was allowed. She spend days cleaning and preparing the house and herself for the arrival of their guests, she never seemed to get a break around here. She adjusted her dress a little, looking to Blue, obviously displeased with the choice of clothing she was being forced to wear. Their attention turned away from each other when one of the maids shuffled in, offering the two a bow.
Sir, your guests have arrived.
She spoke, Blue nodding as he strode off to the sitting area where their new guests were likely waiting, Bell right on his heel. She blinked in mild surprise when they entered the room, her eyes roaming over each of the men. They were dressed well, not that different from them. She had always figured they were uncivilized, it certainly seemed like it sometimes.
The taller man said, offering his hand for Blue to take. Blue shook his hand with a warm smile.
This is my son Ryan.
He said, waving a hand towards the smirking teen that stood close to his side. Bell just blushed a little,the way he was staring at her made her really uncomfortable, and she squirmed some under his gaze. Blue looked to Bell before looking back at the man, still holding that warm, welcoming smile.
Well, as you know I am blue, and this lovely young lady is Bell.
He said this as he motioned towards the girl beside him, Ryan smirking at Bell when she glared at him. Soon the two men were headed off to the meeting hall, leaving the pair alone, for now.
So, do you plan to take me to my room?
First off, I'm not the hired help, so don't treat me as such, second, your room is across from mine, which is the third on the right after you get upstairs and go down the right hallway.. If you need anything, just as one of the maids, breakfast is always at seven, if you miss it, too bad.
Her nose wrinkled at him as she turned, stalking off towards the stairs. Already she couldn't stand the man, no matter how utterly handsome and strong he looked.. wait.. She blinked a few times at herself, did she really just think that? Bell shook her head at herself, deciding against going to her room, and heading off to the court yard. Ryan waited a few minutes before following after her, spying was always entertaining.
When Bell made her way outside, she let her hair down with a happy purr, gently attempting to roll the sleeves of her dress up before performing her usual routine. Ryan watched, surprised, and a little shocked. The way she moved was so graceful, yet the way she haphazardly threw punches and kicks had a very primal look to them. He wasn't aware that combat was allowed to be beautiful.
Bell, you need to come inside and get cleaned up, Supper will be ready soon.
A maid called, and with a sigh, Bell landed a final blow on the target before she let herself relaxed. She padded away from the dummy, rubbing a little at her neck while she walked. She sent Ryan a fleeting glance when she passed by his hiding spot,her mind only on getting cleaned up.
Dinner was a little tense, and it amused both of the men. Ryan stared at Bell, while she completely ignored him, picking idly at her food. Bell shifted her gaze up, giving Ryan a stern glare that clearly stated ' Do not follow me ' as she got up from the table.
I'm not feeling well, please excuse me.
Blue nodded and she stalked from the dinning all, Ryan soon following after her.
Can't you take a hint, leave me alone.
She growled this, finally turning around to look at Ryan,, obviously not pleased with him one bit. He said nothing, nudging her against the wall, his dark emerald hues locking with her gray ones.
I watched you earlier with your excises.
He whispered, leaning a little closer as one of his hands came to rest at her neck. He watched her closely as he leaned in closer. His lips pressed to her forehead and she blushed Bell wrapping her arms around his neck.
Not a word about this, ever. I leave tomorrow, so don't ruin it.
He mumbled this and Bell grinned, hugging him closer.
Who would I tell..?
Bell sighed, her eyes opening. She missed her youth badly, but she had no time for that now. She had men to look after, and a war to win. She grinned faintly, waving at the officer that sat across form her.
Moving out tonight, Bell?
Yep, we'll be heading west to the r front lines, hopefully I won't lose too many of the new recruits, they seem to be a bit jumpy.
He nodded a little his fingers brushing through his wild locks as he shifted to lean further back in his chair.
Luckily, I've got nothing to do for now, I wish you luck Bell.
She grinned standing up and leaning over to pinch his cheek.
Thanks Jordan, you're a sweetheart, good luck to you too.
Bell fought bravely, she always did. Her motivation was always the same, win the war and make her Mother proud.Her size did not stop her from tearing through the throats of larger soldiers. She jumped at an officer, her small frame slamming into his chest, and sending the two of them tumbling for the ground. Her chest heave as she moved to pin him, her storm hues staring down into a pair of very familiar emerald green eyes. Her eyes widened a fraction and she moved to rip the figure's helmet up, staring wide eyed at the man under him.
She said breathlessly, her figure wavering a little before she leaned in to stare down at him. Suddenly the bite of the freezing wind or the sound of the battle around them didn't matter. She stared into those very missed emerald eyes, shifting only when she felt the tip of a blade pressed against her abdomen.
I'm sorry, Bell, I have to..
She gave an understanding nod, flicking her dagger from it's small hiding places to press it against his chest.
I have to do the same to you.
He nodded at her words and leaned up. Bell met the man half way, their lips pressing together before the steel was trusted into flesh. Bell settled against him. It wasn't the most peaceful way to die, it wasn't the most painless either, but she was happy. Happy to die by his hand, happy to see him again, and happy to help him paint the snow with their love.