The Warning

Its early 1600 and Erica a young girl living in scotland is being forced into a marriage she thinks she doesnt want. At least thats until she meets her fiance Blair Commyn, she is falling in love fast and so is he. But there is a problem, Erica has discovered she has a gift that could lead to her death by the kings order. Her fiance a loyal man of the king is now torn by his love for Erica and his law abbiding behaviour. the question that has to be answered; does he love her. His answer comes when she is taken in a raid by the MacDonald’s to get her back he will have to fight for her. But trouble is looming visions begin to plague Erica of the gun powder plot. Blair a loyal supporter of the king must step up and warn the king stopping him from following his quest for revenge. How can Blair convince the king without implicating himself or setting his lover up for being accused a witch?


9. A Capture

One month later


She rode from the castle her blood boiling with anger but her skin cold with fear. She had had another blistering argument with Blair; she couldn’t even remember what had started it. No doubt it had been something stupid. His attitude was wearing thin he had said he didn’t want to tame her but they were two days away from marriage and all he seemed able to do was dictate tradition at her. Then he expected her to fall into his bed whenever he wanted her to. Just thinking about it made her blood boil hotter in her veins and her heart race in annoyance. Today’s argument had come after a hunting trip in the woods they had been relaxing in his room after drying down because there clothes had gotten soaked. It had been a peaceful bliss and he had been heating her blood with his soft kisses when she had asked about his mother. Then he had become like ice and his face hard as though it had been carved of granite had started down at her. It was always like that one moment they would be so heated and fervours or bathing in bliss when one of them would say or do something that turned the relationship into ice and they would argue like cat and dog. This time had been the worst he had brought up her gift of foresight. He had sworn ‘Ye and yer damn gift ye canae leave well enough alone can ye?’ he had shouted at her she had lashed back at him that was all usual it was what had followed that had Erica’s skin cold with fear. ‘Yer gift will be the death of ye, ye canae use it responsibly, yer like a child with a toy and ye damn well deserve what is coming yer way’. He had basically threatened her; she shivered as the words echoed in her head. He had threatened her and her safety, how could she live with a man who was going to threaten her, who didn’t care enough to try and keep her safe?


She rode like the wind her red hair a silken banner streaming out behind her in the wind she created and marking her position. She was wearing the kilt Blair had given her that morning and she now snuggled down into it hoping to draw some more warmth from the cold winter night air that shattered like glass as she breathed it in. the memory of that morning drifted back to her, she had woken up in his bed as she had been doing for the last week. She had been able to see him anywhere so she had grabbed one of his large robes and had been about to try and find him when he had walked in with a parcel held behind his back and a self-satisfied smile on his face. He had walked over to the bed and sat next to her giving her a light kiss before handing the parcel over. She had been delighted when she had seen the plaid. It wasn’t the McRae colours but it wasn’t Commyn colours either. He had told her he had, had it made especially for her. He had chosen brown for protection from the earth, green for luck in everything she did, blue for healing, black for protection from illness and bad energies, red for courage and strength and white for peace.


  She was wrapped in her own thoughts and worries as the horse swallowed ground beneath its hooves. She was so enwrapped she didn’t see the McDonnell’s until a voice broke her concentration as her horse came to a stop. Masking her shock she turned to the man who had spoken to her “Mcdonell what are ye doing on Commyn land? What is it ye want?”

“We are here fer ye witch”

“What do ye mean?”

“We mean to try ye as a witch”

She gasped as the full weight of what was happening sunk in on her. “What proof do ye have of yer claims?”

“We have people willing to testify of yer healing and visions. And ye mix with other witches”

Her mind scrambled to think of a way out of this, she was surrounded so she couldn’t flee and they clearly weren’t going to give her a fair trial. “We can do this easy of we can do it hard witch yer choice”


His voice was menacing. Suddenly she decided she wasn’t going down without a fight. She spurned her horse who responded immediately leaping forward forcing the other horses to make room. Erica urged her horse to go as fast as she could but it wasn’t enough and she didn’t know the terrain. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and everything tilted then went black.

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