Prologue
Prologue
The first time that we met face to face was one thousand years ago.
I was taking a stroll through the market with my mother, discussing my finding a suitable husband, when he first caught my eye.
Lucian Williams was his name then and he was the son of one of the most wealthiest families in Wales.
He was begin accompanied by his mother also, and seemed to be helping her pick out some fruit, which is where my mother and I were heading towards.
I had reached out at the same time as him to pick up an apple, and when our hands touched a shock ran through my hand and through my body, causing us both to stumble back, and mutter apologies as my mother spoke.
"Abigail, do you know this young man?"
"No, Mother."
When my mother failed to say anything more, I looked to see her staring at Lucian's mother.
"Mrs Williams, I am terribly sorry for my daughter, she can-"
My mother's voice faded out as I looked into Lucian's bright green eyes.
I don't know how long we were staring at each other, but our mother's seemed to notice something going on between us that neither of us understood at the time.
So we said goodbye and continued on with our shopping.
Things happened pretty quickly from then.
A few days later I was trying to find a way to go back to the market, or to the book shop that was near the Williams' estate, with no luck. I had managed to spot him a few times at school though, and every time I was caught, sometimes I wonder if he is already looking at me and that is why I am caught when I look at him, but I cannot be sure.
Until my mother came to me on Friday after school, while I was doing school work, nearly a week after seeing Lucian up close, stating that her and my father requested to see me in his office.
"Of course, mother." I said and quickly followed her to my fathers office.
My father was a simple man, and worked at the local bank, I hadn't even known that he was home, he usually stays at work much later. He got to the point pretty quickly.
"Abigail, I received some rather good news this lunch time, from a young man who has requested for your hand in marriage,"
Before I could say anything he continued. "Your mother and I believe that he will be a good husband for you, so we have excepted the proposal."
He finished so I decided to speak, "But father, I do not even know who it is that you have chosen for me, what if I do not like him?"
"Your mother has assured me that she has seen the connection that the two of you share."
"Really?"
"Yes Abigail, you remember that young man that we bumped into at the market last week?"
I was silent for a few minutes as I tried to process this news.
"Lucian Williams wishes to marry me?"
"Yes Dear, he seems to have noticed the connection as well." Father said, smiling at me.
"So when will the wedding be?"
"In two months, we are giving you time to get to know each other before the wedding."
And that is exactly what we did, for the first month we were accompanied by either his mother or mine, sometimes both.
By week six I new that I was falling in love with Lucian, which happens only once in a life time for people like me and my family. And I knew that Lucian felt the same way as his bright green eyes sparkled every time we would see each other, he really was a true gentleman.
One week before our wedding was to take place, and two days before my 19th birthday , tragedy struck.
The sun was setting and we were in a rush to get back before dark, we failed to notice the three men following us.
It all happened so quickly, one minute Lucian was holding my hand, and the next he was being held up against a tree by two men. I screamed, as he tried to tell me that it would be okay and that I had to go and get help, but they were hitting him over and over again. When I noticed a third man walk out from the shadows, Lucian started shouting at me to run, so that is exactly what I did.
My home was only one street away, so I ran as fast as I could, promising Lucian that I would get help.
I managed to make it to my home just as my father was coming out, he must have gotten worried about where we were.
"Abigail i-"
"Father, help quick, Lucians' been hurt."
"Wha-," It was then that he noticed to man running behind me, "Quick inside Abigail."
I ran straight inside, and to my mother who was sat in the lounge, "Mother help please."
"Abigail, what has happened?"
I tried to tell her what had happened, but then my father came into the room and told mother to fetch me some water, while he tried to calm me down.
After a glass of water I was able to tell them what happened.
"You have to help him father, please."
"Of course, stay here."
We waited for what felt like hours before I cried myself into exhaustion and fell asleep against my mother.
The next morning, we made our way to the hospital after my father had told me that Lucian was badly hurt. But we were too late, by the time we got there he was already gone.
His mother was crying into his fathers shoulder, as he looked over to us and shook his head.
The next few days, well years really, were I blur, I did not go to his funeral, I just cried in my room as looked at the locket that he was going to give to me on our wedding day.
The locket had a picture of the two of us in it, and his mother had brought it over to me a week after the funeral.
As I said, the next few years were a blur, until my 21st arrived, along with my powers.
