Chapter 4 Four

Eleanor's p.o.v

"Won't you rest Eleanor?" Victor, my best friend and crush, asked seriously.

"Evil knows no rest." I answered in a labored breath then drew my bow and arrow closing one eye to get an accurate hit on the board.

"You have been training for the past ten years." He said as I dropped the bow and arrow on the ground with a glare.

"You have been doing that too, so don't make it sound as if I'm the only one doing my best to always stay fit and very well prepared." I spat.

"I didn't mean that, you know. It's good that you are prepared and always training, but I also think you are doing a little too much." He said annoying me.

As if him being good looking wasn't enough, he was now getting my attention with his voice only to distract me.

"Training for ten years isn't enough. You know that I have to avenge my father's death and kill the demon king." I answered with detest.

"I know and believe me when I say that I understand. Not only did he kill our chief, he exposed your secret and most people hated you and your mother for lying to them. But now that your mother is married to your father's brother who was her past lover, she is happy."

"Your uncle is a good chief, and your younger brother his son will soon take over when he reaches the age of eighteen. That's like in the next eight years to come, it's not that far. so everything is going to be just fine. It's not a bad idea to relax once in a while." He said then winked at me.

I smiled and quickly lowered my gaze to the ground. My cheeks were heating up and I felt shy. He truly was a good looking man. He had bright green eyes, long black hair and he was tall, taller than me. His built was amazing too.

"On a serious note though, you need to rest." He said softly.

I sighed then shook my head and walked past him.

No way was I ever going to rest. Since the passing of my father I began training with the warriors of our village and grew strong. I knew how to weld a sword and how to shoot an arrow.

In my cupboard was a bottle of holy water prayed for and anointed by the high priest of the capital city. I was going to destroy the Demon king even if it meant my own death.

I went into the house and gasped quickly, then covered my eyes. My mother was on my step father's lap making out with him.

It was usually like this and I was getting upset with her actions. She was never like this with my late father. Even the day he had passed away she cried in front of the people but once we were all alone, she wiped off her tears and went into her bedroom to smoke her pipe.

When my uncle came forward to take over the Chief positions, she was so excited because she knew he would take her as his wife to continue my father's lineage.

People also began to call her names but that seemed to un-faze her. My younger brother was soon born and he became my mother's favorite as well as the jewel of my family. Since he was a boy, he was the rightful successor to the chieftain throne. He was brave and loved by almost everyone, he did no wrong in their eyes and he was who most women of our village and capital wanted to get as a husband.

It was still funny how no one saw his arrogance and rudeness. He was prideful and I hated him a lot because whenever we were alone he would try to make a move on me and I found it disgusting.

"Cover up for the love of gods." I whispered softly.

"Just walk past us as if you saw nothing." My mother answered in what sounded like a moan.

I frowned then bit my lower lip. She was no longer the mother that comforted me whenever I was lonely and assured me she would never hand me over to the Demon king. She was a mother who wanted nothing to do with me and cared less.

"Mother, I'm hungry." Zara's voice called from outside.

I dropped my hand and watched as my mother quickly stood up and fixed her long dress while my step father pulled up his pants and fixed his clothes.

"You are hungry my young chief? Don't worry, mother has prepared something good for you." She said immediately he walked in.

He paused when he reached where I stood and looked at me from head to toe with a smirk.

"Mother, why don't you let me have my sister for a wife or at least a concubine? You said the demon king wants her for a bride because she is a blessed maiden right? If that's the case then why can't you offer her to me when I reach a marriageable age?' He asked as I glared at him.

"For a ten year old you are really disgusting." I spat.

"You little whore, shut your mouth!" my step father warned on top of his voice.

"Wife, see her disrespect." He complained.

She angrily walked to where I was and grabbed my hand dragging me to my room.

"What's wrong with you!" She exclaimed once we were all alone in my room.

"No mother, what is wrong with you?. Are you going to let that ten year old child speak that way to me?" I asked seriously.

"Is it his fault that he wants to suck on these!" She exclaimed as she touched my breast, roughly hurting me.

"Is it his fault that he wants to be the first man to drive his manhood into your untouched womanhood?" She asked, making me feel nauseated.

"You and those bastards are sick in the head!" I yelled on top of my voice as she raised her hand and slapped me across the cheek.

I stood there not flinching or reacting. Once in a while when she was furious with me she raised her hand. At first I used to cry, not because of the pain but because of the disbelief and sadness over her actions. But now I was so used to her that it didn't come as a surprise.

"If the demon king never comes to take you. You will be your brother's concubine. You want it or not." She said then stormed out of the room.