Stephanie

Stopping at a tavern for food and drink, a bar wench, like any other plain human female took his order. A time later she returned to his corner table he payed her in gold and paid her no further mind. She stood a few feet away as if waiting for him to need of anything more. After about an hour, the dark haired, blue eyed woman bent over his shoulder from behind himand whispered softly across his ear so only he could hear her words,"If you need of anything else, Echo, simply call my name...I am Stephanie" That said she started to walk away a seductive sway to her hips.

A sharp scream pierces the low rumbling voices of the surrounding patrons as Simon grabs her by the wrist and throws her to the table top and flipping her body effortlessly to her back. Growling darkly he placing her wrists over her head literaly crawling atop her body pinning her down. Forcing her struggles to halt he stares deeply into her eyes seeking the very depths of her soul.

So intent on seeking her deepest secrets through the windows of her soul he let up his hold on her. After what seemed an eternity she grinned realising his mistake and braught her knee up between his thighs sinking it deep into his groin. Simon lost himself in that moment falling off of her and down to the floor in a pain filled heap. Tears stung in his eyes and everything from the waiste to his knees pulsated in exscrutiating pain. A pain he never thought he would ever feel and never wished to feel again.

When his mind began to clear he heard the laughter of the patrons around him and felt the firm hand of the tavern owner bend down to aid him to his feet saying " No rough play here, go find a brothel!" Looking up to Stephanie he saw that his bar wench was unharmed and he too chuckled somewhat that the meer 120pound woman braught a man of Simons size to the floor with one simple kick. Simon once to his feet collected himself and yanked his arm from the owners grasp," Leave me be Fool!" he growled and looked to Stephanie again.

The tavern owner shook his head and obviously not concerned pulled back his fist to hit Simon square in the jaw. Stephanie catches the owners elbow gently in her hands, " You dont want to hit him Walter." she warmed. The owner, Walter, looks to the girl and shakes his head and shrugs the next instant swung and did exactly what he was warned not to do. Taking a deep breath and shaking her head clasping her hands in front of her,"I told you Walter..." looking on as the owner crumbles to his knees holding his now broken hand. Two other girls came to the broken mans side and helped him to the back of the bar to tend to him.

Simon looks over to the owner with a glare as he is taken away and then to the girl," You spoke something that has not been said in years. How do you know me? How is it that you can hurt me? Do you know me, or I you?" Lifting a hand to stop her words as she starts to speak he takes her arm again and this time with care and leads her outside to the alley beside the tavern. She looks to Simon and smiles lightly," So it is true, your name is Echo." looking him over from head to toe. Simon looks back to her and nods slowly,"Yes, but how is it you know that name?" Looking back at him and adjusting her worn old worn tavern dress she shrugs slightly,"I just know. Things come to me. And as for how I hurt you that is obvious...I kneed you in the balls." Shaking his head as she talks Simon watches her, " I know you kneed me but even so you should not have been able to hurt me. You know this obviously since you warned your boss of hitting me." growling lowly " Tell me all you know."

Stephanie's gaze narrowed at the order and responcivly she lifted her hand and slapped him briskly across the face sending him again to his knees. For the second time in a day he found himself hurt by this woman. Standing slowly and rubbing his face he looks to her again in a stunned suprise and awe. Something about her was differant he deffinatly knew it now. "See, you cant hurt me Echo but I can hurt you." smiling at him Stephanie would blush deeply, " I find it rather amusing. You now fear something in this life...Me. Do you not?" Simon would chuckle, " Fear you, No. I respect what I do not know, but fear...I fear nothing My dear lady." He falls silent in his thoughts as he stares at her trying to figure all of this out. How this was possible.

The next morning Simon wakes in a room at the towns Inn a dark haired, blue eyed bar wench laying alseep across his chest. The sound of her breathing slowly oddly comforting to him. Looking to her slumbering face he soon falls asleep once again. Nine months and a day later two sons and a daughter would be born to Simon and Stephanie breaking the joy of the birth of the triplets is the death of this woman unlike he has ever known and seemingly ever will know.

Broady Jacob Stevens

Sebastion VIncent Leron } Born 11 Nov 827 b.c.

Steph Melissa Stevens