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Ok so this is the very beginning of this story. To let you know the girls name is Hanna and she is 18 when the book starts. So tell me what you think.
Dusty feet once again met dusty road as the gleaming sun shined warmth on my face. Such a simple gift from mother natuer’s rage. Sadly I could not give the sun a second of appreciation because I am running for my life.
It was just one bloody apple, I thought as the hounds nipped at my bear heels. You would think that the royal family could spair one, but no. Those over stuffed nobles don’t give a care to a filthy street rat like my self. My thoughts of anger soon subsided as I approch the town called (still need a name). The sounds of persuasive merchants and mothers disciplining children came in a blare as a sped past them.
The captain of the guards kept calling me horrid names I should never repeat. If I did, lord help me, my mother would rise from her grave and wash my mouth good and clean. One of the names I could identify not to be something of such language, it was mtitleal. And for a girl who’s been on the streets since the age of 12 and blind at that, tital is all I posses. It is simply the Son of Robin Hood.
Now I knows what your thinking. What is a blind girl like me being called that. Well I’ll tells you it wasn’t my idea. The guards think that this mysterious bandit could be no less then a boy. Jokes on them, eh?
Soon I became weary of this cat and mouse game. Knowing the buildings were packed wall to wall, I had to wait till my feet hit a pile of gravel, a land mark for me, and turned right into the tight path between two buildings. This lead me to the outskirts of the village.
Once my feet hit the grass is was a small stretch till I could get to me hiding place. It wasn’t extraordinary but it would do. It’s also a place of memories. Some golden and others broken. remember swinging on tree limbs as my father sung and played his whistle. This of course was long before the accident that took my sight. Yet I still remember the tune my father sung. Just one versers, but what glorious verse it was.
Safe always in my arms,
You are protected from harm.
Soon you’ll see the light of day,
In my heart forever you’ll stay.
But then I did say broken memories hung here too. Like the story night when my father wore the wolven necklace on the very same tree.
None the less, as soon as approacheded the tree I leaped successfully grabbing a branch. The last sight of my the guards saw was the him of my cape, the one belonging to my late father. There I lay tucked away in the now hollow tree.
Soon the thunders foot steps were replaced by the rising volume of whispers Something along the lines of ‘he vanished to ‘was that a ghost?’ I sat there listening to the now distant sound of baying hounds as I chewed on a peace of granny smith.
Thanks for reading.
Also do please remember I know I have an extreme lack of spelling and some grammar mistakes. I have a good friend that edits my work on fanfic and would help me on editing. Also my charicter has a hint of a Cockney accent so some of the grammar errors are intentual. Thanks again. 
Also this is the beginning of the story so the true plot has not been exposed if you have questions about the plot do ask.
fyi spelling mistakes are not intended.
Story summery:
Hanna has been on the streets of (put name of town here) since she was 12. Now 18 years she has found her own meatheds of survival. Some may call it stilling others permenat borrowing. Hanna calls it life. But she’s not any old street rat, Hanna is blaind since she was 15 years old. She also takes from her late father and has a voice of an angle.
When Toven Redwood, an composer for the royal family, finds her singing among tree branches, she is taken to the palace to sing and be turned into a proper young lady.
But despite all Toven falls in love with her. Little dose he know she has a great choose to make.
Her child hood friend Tommy the ,boy who took her in to his gang when she became an orfan, has been in love with her. But he is ther reason why she is blind although it was never really tommys fault. What would hanna choose the theave life she has grown up with or the life of luxury and music. Only time may tell.
