I want to remind you this story is from the perspective of my Original Character. It's rated M for mature for one of the chapters later on in the story. Enjoy!

Somewhere in the midst of a small forest a twenty year old female was running as fast as she could. She looked like she had lived in the wild for days on end. Her long wavy blonde hair was loose and tangled, the dark cream-colored dress she wore was torn in a few places and covered with dirt, and a bruise was on one of her cheeks. With a quick gaze she dared to look across her shoulder to see if the men who chased her were closing in on her. Sadly it was. They were just a few meters away. A pain abruptly shot in one of her legs, probably from overburdening, but that didn't make her to stop and surrender. In a matter of a few seconds she felt a pair of strong hands grabbing her from behind and was unable to take another step. Immediately she began to struggle in the man's arms, even when there was no chance of escaping anymore. There were four other men who surrounded her, blocking her way. It seemed they were with five because she saw no one else around.

"No!" She yelled. Hoping someone would hear her distressed voice and save her. Unfortunately, there was nothing else she could do. "Let me go!"

"Or else?" The man in front of her asked. He looked like a farmer, but was that what he really was? Like her he looked quite dirty. But he also reeked of alcohol and other unpleasant smells. "Tell me."

It sounded like an order. Instead of answering him she gathered saliva in her mouth and spat it out right into his eyes. The man who was holding her gave her such a hard kick against the legs that she fell over. Meanwhile the man in front of her wiped off his face with his sleeve. "You should not have done that, Missy." He told her. "Now you shall bear with the consequences you risked. Hold her down."

The men did what they had been told. They pressed her body down on the ground which was covered in fallen leaves and tried to pull her legs apart. Again she yelled, but this time she knew struggling wouldn't help. "Help! Please someone help me!"

"And shut her up before anyone notices us." They wrapped a cloth around her face that covered her mouth while the other one unbuttoned his pants. He laughed a bit for he was enjoying she was trapped like this. A beautiful powerless lady which he could do with whatever he desired. But before he could do another move something 'out of worldly' happened. A large sphere (the mothership) appeared out of nowhere a few meters from them, sending a hard wind all over the place so they were swept from their feet and lifted up to land a bit farther away. In pain the men sat up, staring in surprise to what none of them had ever seen before. "What the hell.."

The female had only rolled over a few times. She also sat up, a brown leaf was in her hair. What happened next went all so fast that she couldn't think properly at first. There was a door in the middle of the sphere, in the front, that opened in a way that was unimaginable in the eighteenth century. In the opening appeared Flynn with a gun in each hand. Without hesitation he shot and killed all of the men before they had any chance to escape. However, when his guns then were pointed at the female he did not shoot but lowered his hands and put the guns away. Behind him three other men appeared as he jumped down and walked over to her. She breathed heavily in fear, scared of what he might do. She kept sitting with her hands behind her on the ground to keep herself up. It was like her other muscles refused to move because she wished to just run away. Flynn stopped right in front of her and looked down upon her. In silence he took up every detail of her in his mind before he was about to speak. Their eyes met.

"Who are you?"

"Do you really think I would give a murderer my name?" Even if she was afraid she was still able to protect herself, even if it was just with words.

"Miss, don't you realize I could have killed you like I did with those men? Hmm?" Both of his eyebrows raised as he bit on his lower lip calmly, waiting on her answer. With thoughts he might do the same as those men had been about to do with her she finally told him her name. It was however really against her will.

"Lady Lawton." She did not tell her first name which was Emeline. It came to her she could have lied about who she was. It was to late now.

"Ah, a lady?" Flynn said, gazing over his shoulder to the others. Then he looked back down on her. "Lady Lawton, with what you just witnessed you must understand I cannot let you go free. I must take you with me."

"And if I don't do what you ask?"

"I will have to kill you." He said, still in that calm way. Emeline had expected this answer. There was nothing else to do but go with him and his men. Slowly she nodded and looked down. "Wise decision. Let's get you up now." He held out a large hand for her to take. She however refused it and stood up herself. With her hands she removed the dirt and remaining leaves from her dress and hair as good as she could. Oh, how she hated to be this dirty.

"Stay close." It was an order of Flynn. He smiled very softly to her and turned away to walk to his men to give them further instructions. Emeline realized she was even maybe in greater danger then she had been before. And who was this man? Where on Earth did he come from? He was a mystery man.