A new story I am writing. Here is the first chappy, hope you'll review. Thanks!

DISCLAIMER- I don't own anything to do with anything, including the lyrics that are from 'Hunter' by Dido. I only own Emily, Gavin, Ryan, Johnny, Fiona and George Harley.

Hands of time

Chapter 1: In future times.

"With one light on in one room
I know you're up when I get home
With one small step upon the stair
I know your look when I get there
If you were a king up there on your throne
Would you be wise enough to let me go
For this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again
Wants to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go

The unread book and painful look
The tv's on, the sound is down
One long pause
Then you begin
Oh look what the cat's brought in
If you were a king up there on your throne
Would you be wise enough to let me go
For this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again
Wants to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go
Let me leave

For the crown you've placed upon my head feels too heavy now
And I don't know what to say to you but I'll smile anyhow
And all the time I'm thinking, thinking

I want to be a hunter again
Want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go."

The pub of men and women cheered happily, raising their beers to me, as I finished singing my favourite song by Dido. Smiling, I stepped down from the little stage and away from the microphone. My father stood behind his bar, grinning, chatting proudly to his costumers and pulling beers for them.

"Emily!" He called, over the laughter and someone's ringing mobile, "Get over here, we're busy!"

Nodding, I jogged over, coming around the bar, brushing my naturally straight hair behind my ear and smiling at George Harley, a farmer from down the rode. Yes, here in a small country village in Ireland, my father, brother, Gavin, sister Fiona and I, Emily Tyler owned a small pub named the 'Shamrock's Luck.' It was always busy and got us quite good money. We had karaoke nights and quizzes for the locals and sometimes raised money for any charity, and any animal charities. Ok, I was an animal lover, owning only three dogs, Freddie, Winnie and Ollie. Freddie was a small black Labrador and the oldest, being fourteen. He was sweet, very slow in his old age. Winne was my brown and white Springer Spaniel, bouncy, crazy and very happy. He was only two years old and VERY naughty. Last but not least, was Ollie. Ollie was my girly pal, a very large, short haired German Shepherd. If ever I was annoyed with my boyfriend, Ryan, I would go and speak to her.

Ryan, cute and as gorgeous than any man who had walked this earth. Ok, he was my boyfriend, who I had been going out for a grand total of a year and a half now! He was a year older than me, making him nineteen and I eighteen. I thought he looked just like Joaquin Phoenix, same hair, same eyes, same cute button nose. He was always so sweet, coming to the pub to see me every night and but had never stayed the night yet, I was not ready for that kind of commitment. He gotten on well with my father, brother and sister. I was lucky.

My father, Johnny, was the heart of our village. He was in his fifties and his hair was already greying. And he would not listen to me and Fiona telling him that he should dye it. He said it was too girly and modern for him!

My sister, Fiona, was two years older than me with beautiful blond hair that was like my late mothers Catherine, who had died in a car crash, when I was seven. Fiona had brown eyes and was always ready to listen to my troubles. She was a human version of Ollie, really! She had recently spilt up with her cheating boyfriend, Kieran. But with the help of me, alcohol, scissors, some photos and Kieran's clothes, she got over him.

Gavin was my big protective brother. He was twenty four and worked most of the time in the bar, acting as 'the big guy who threw the drunks out'. He was a good looking guy, but was single, not wanting to be 'tied down' by a relationship. He had dark hair and brown eyes.

I had the same features as Fiona, except my hair was dark brown and rather straight. I loved horse riding, but not fox hunting! I was the biggest non foxhunter there was in Ireland and I was proud of it too. (strict animal lover)! I kept my dapple grey horse, Alfie, at Mr. Harley's farm and go to see him and ride him everyday. I would take my 'army' of dogs as Ryan would say, as well. My other hobby was singing. I loved singing, when I was about fifteen I had a dream of becoming this big pop singer, but that dream was short lived, as reality smacked me in the face when I fell of my old school stage and broke my ankle. So I would only sing now in karaoke's in the pub. My favourite ever movie was King Arthur and I fancied all the of the knights! Except Bors. Come on, he did have a lover with about three million bastards.

"What's the time dad?" I called over, taking a five pound note off Mr. Jenkins, the green grocer, then handing him back the change and the pint of bitter.

My dad looked at his watch, "Ten to ten, love. Go on, Gav, Fi and I can hold the fort, whilst you take the dogs out. They need a bloody walk! "

I grinned, walking out into the back and up the stairs to get my woolly green cardigan to put over my brown Animal tank top and my cream gypsy skirt. I slipped my light pink Converses. I whistled loudly and all the dogs ran from out of the living room and to sit at my feet, except poor Freddie, who took a little bit long than the rest.

I grabbed my cheap mobile and keys and stuffed them into my cardigan pocket and walked down the stairs and out into the dark winters night, my three dogs running about around me.

Suddenly, my phone started to ring 'Iris' (the Goo Goo Dolls), shocking me and making me jump. I took a deep breath, smiling when I saw Ryan's name on the screen and I pressed the green button.

"Hey, Sexy." His deep soothing voice sounded.

I grinned wistfully to myself, "Hi, babe, where were you tonight? You didn't come to the pub."

"Oh, sorry, I'm running late. I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Well, I'm just taking the dogs down the woods. You'll probably arrive before I get back." I told him, staring at the dark path, leading into the creepy looking woods.

I heard a sigh, "Honey, you know I don't like you going down there on your own, why don't you go back and then I'll come with you. You don't know who's around this time of night."

I chuckled, "Romeo, Romeo, I'll be fine. God, I've got the dogs with me, if the boogie- man comes, I'll get them to bite his arse off."

He still didn't sound reassured when he replied, "Ok, but I'll come and meet you if you want."

"No, Ryan, I'm fine, ok? If I'm scared, I'll ring you."

"Alright."

"See you later, sweetie."

"Alright, babes, I'll see you tonight." He said, making a kissing noise, making me giggle lightly.

"Love you." I cooed.

He chuckled, saying, "Love you more Em." Before hanging up.

I shook my head wryly, he was very sweet and I was very lucky to have a guy like him. But deep down I knew I didn't REALLY love him, nor him me. It was just a saying. Yes, a saying.

But now, it grew colder as I entered the wooded walkway. My dogs ran on ahead to explore in the dark, leaving me behind. I could feel eyes on me and I spun round, hearing something move in the trees. Nothing was there. Probably just wild animals.

But no, there was footsteps. My eyes raised to the path behind me and there a lone figure stood. I frowned, reaching my trembling hand in my pocket and took my phone, quickly dialling Ryan's mobile. The man started walking forward, also taking some pointed out of the inside of his jacket.

The phone rang twice before Ryan's voice sounded, "Hon? What's up?"

The man started to run at me and I screamed, running back, still with the phone to my ear and Ryan's terrified voice shouting me.

"Em! Emily!" He cried, in fear.

I felt someone grab me behind, and I screamed down the phone, "Ryan! Help!" Before dropping it to the floor, still on the line. The man, who wore a balaclava shoved me roughly up to a tree, me still screaming like a mad thing and then silenced me, holding a small, yet sharp dagger to my throat. I could still hear Ryan shouting on my phone, and the stranger crushed it with his foot.

"Give me money!" He ordered.

I held my hands up in defence, "I have non, I swear!"

He growled, "Wrong answer sweetie." Then all I felt was the knife leaving my throat and then a spurted pain from my stomach, that repeated several times, before I fell to the floor. I felt the man feeling inside my pockets and I was too weak to stop him. It hurt so much. Then he cursed, taking one sorrowful look at me. I heard dogs barking in the distance and the man ran. Everything went black…

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Thats the first chapter, hope you enjoyed!I know its very slow, I'm just trying to get to know the character, but the knights will arrive in the nextchappy!Please review.

Ranger xx