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"Father! You're home!" You shouted, running to hug him. He smiled and held his arms open. You embraced him into a hug.

"I missed you. Where did you go? You've been gone for months!" Your innocent 16 year old self asked. He patted your hair and chuckled.

"You'll find out one day sweetie. Have you been practicing?" He asked, nodding at the dagger sheath you kept. You hid away from your mother. You nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes. Today, I beat my time for climbing the house!" You smiled, pulling him toward the house. Your mother walked out the door, and you hid the dagger sheath before your back.

"David!" She cried, pushing you away and hugging her husband. You landed on the ground and grunted. You noticed you weren't in your normal corset and dress, so you sped off, running into the auburn house and into your room. Mother wasn't the kindest soul about formal attire and what not. You slammed open your closet and changed your clothes.

"Get...in!" You groaned, trying to tie the corset strings. You cursed.

"Forget you." You threw the corset away and slipped into your dress, seconds before your mother walked in.

"(Y/n)! Get down now!" She barked and walked out. Your mother wasn't the kindest and best mother, as you can see. You sighed in relief and frowned. You brighten immediately, knowing your father would excuse you and you both would head off into the woods. You moaned in annoyance.

"Well, now I have to put my gear back on!" You whined, putting the special gear on. You smiled at the comfortable fabric. It was light and durable.

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Mother wasn't pleased to see you with your father.

'Not lady like!' She screamed.

You chuckled. You and your father finished today's training and you were exhausted. You sat down on a branch with him.

You eyed the gauntlet around his forearm, mesmerized by the strange symbol.

"Father. What is that?" You asked, touching the gauntlet. He pulled his hand away.

"Careful... It's nothing, really. Maybe one day, you'd get one. I might give it to you on your 18th birthday, my sweet." He assured you. You smiled, happy to be with your father. Yu nuzzled to his side, enjoying the evening view.

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You shot up, eyes adjusting to the bright room. You grunted. You wanted to stand, but your leg was still sore. Not hurting, but still sore. You ran your fingers through the cold, soft, empty-

Empty.

"Oh, yeah! Connor slept on the floor-" You stopped and very slowly turned your head where Connor slept. Not there...

You sighed. You swung your good leg and lifted your bad leg to the wooden floor. You stretched a bit, pulling at tense muscles. You used the walls for balance, hopping loudly around the hallway. You were looking for Connor.

You peeked in at every room, but he wasn't there. You did remember a balcony on the first day of arrival, so he was probably there. You stumbled clumsily toward which you think was the balcony. You noticed a figure at the other side of the door. Connor.

You fumbled with the knob and got it open. You hobbled over to him, the walls weren't there anymore to aid you.

"Good morning, (y/n)." He said, looking at the morning sky.

"Morning Conno- Wait, how do you know my name?" You said. You clearly remember you didn't say it to him.

He chuckled. "Achilles said it. It's a bit hard to not hear it." He smiled.

You grinned sheepishly, leaning on the wall for support.

"So. Do you hunt?" You said, nodding at the bow and arrows, 'hatchet', and rope darts.

He shifted uneasily. "Sort of." You looked at him questionably.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"I hunt, but not in a way you think I do." He sighed, turning away. You nodded.

"Oh! So you hunt...for...people...? Like a job or something?" You offered.

He shook his head then nodded. "Well, I'll explain it to you next time. When you know more about me. Or Achilles tells you."

You smiled. "Well, forget about Achilles. I'm hungry. Want me to make some flapjacks?"

He smiled and followed you inside.

"They're my mother's favorite. It has flour...blueberries...and a side of honey. Or milk. Something like that." You smiled, telling Connor about ingredients. He smiled, clearly amused.

"I don't know what that even is, but it sound good. And I don't think we have that stuff. Have fun making it without it."