Ellyn rolled her eyes as it was obvious that Alanna was not pleased with her answer. "You asked the hypothetical question and I gave you a hypothetical answer," she grumbled out. She was annoyed with the fact that this seemed to have been more than a question. Why was their friendship not enough for Alanna? Ellyn had been perfectly happy with being single and being best friends with the raven, but now, Alanna wanted to start talking about nonsense things. This wasn't how today was supposed to go. They were supposed to go shopping, do chores, swim, and go home. That was it. They weren't supposed to argue about stupid things like marriage and being with a person of the same gender.<br/><br/>Maybe she should apologize, now that she thought about it. Her words were a bit harsh but if that meant keeping Alanna as far away from the truth as possible then so be it. Even if they were best friends, they didn't have to share everything together, right? It was alright to keep some things in the deepest pockets of your heart, right? When Alanna started walking, Ellyn followed after the woman, wondering what it would be like to actually marry the raven. She had to say it was a nice thought, someone who would never argue with her. She would come home and be greeted with a hug and a kiss, before they would eat. They would lay with one another, even intimately. She scoffed before shaking her head. Who was she kidding, that was impossible. Eventually she would get tired of it, wouldn't she? She was too much of a free spirit to do more than a one night stand, but...just maybe.<br/><br/>As they neared Lochinver, she could see clouds of smoke billowing through the trees. Emerald eyes widened as she looked at the smoke, the faint sounds of chaos reaching her ears. If she hadn't been too busy brooding then she would have noticed sooner. "Alanna," she cried out but her feet began moving before she had time to explain. Her long legs carried her as fast as they could as the sounds of moans and cries of agony became louder. They had been under attack, after fifty years of peace, they had been attacked. She ran into the billows of smoke, not caring what was waiting for her. Her family, she needed to see her family. The houses and cottages were burning, dead bodies were scattered throughout the village; there was no more happiness in this village.<br/><br/>She hopped over the garden fence, only to see her mother's corpse laying on the ground, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Tears filled her eyes as she dropped to her knees, her hands in front of her, trembling to touch the body. She felt the tears fall from her eyes, landing on the pale cheek of her mother's. A sob escaped her as she hugged the body. Sure, they had their arguments but she deeply cared for her family. They were all gone now. She jerked her head up realizing that her brothers could still be alive. "Quinn!? Baen?! Gavyn?!" She stumbled as she stood up, bursting into the house, searching through the cluttered and destroyed home. She let out a scream seeing the dismembered bodies of her little brothers; she fell out from their room, her hand over her mouth in horror. She felt ill, like she was going to vomit the food she had eaten this day.<br/><br/>What of her father? She moved to the work shop, only to see him killed by the very weapons that he made. He groaned and she rushed to his side. "Athair," she whispered in Gaelic. "Maith dhom." He caressed her face weakly in his hand and she sobbed, knowing that his life was fading fast. "Tell the King, the English have attacked us. They are..." he hissed in pain. "They are trying to take over Scotland." His hand dropped from her face with his last breath and she sobbed over his body. She cried for a long time, before the sound of footsteps came into the workshop. She turned looking at the one of the few soldiers that stayed behind. Anger boiled her blood as he grinned lecherously at her. Grabbing a freshly sharpened blade, she jammed into his throat, satisfied that he had not been prepared for it. Blood hit her face, but she didn't care. They had killed her family in cold blood.<br/><br/>"Alanna," she whispered, hoping that the raven girl either went into hiding or back to the cave. Cursing she gripped the sword in her hand, running towards her friend's house. She prayed to the Gods that she wasn't harmed or else there would be hell to pay.