Alright, so here's the edited version of chapter one, not much different here. Slowly but surely these chapters will be finished. Nothing like when I first uploaded this story, which was a chapter a day for forty days. I had a lot of free time on my hands back then. HA. I want it back...

Chapter One

The only senses I have are all based on touch and sound. It's cold and wet. I'm lying on the ground and my clothes are soaked. I can hear the tweets of birds, which tells me it's early. With their soft tweets becoming more abundant, I can tell it's time for them to get breakfast for their young. I focus on moving my fingers, twitching them until I could move them completely. The process continued up to my shoulders, and then started again with my toes until I could move my legs. I felt the dew drop from my bangs as I finally attempt to get up. I struggled, finally deciding to move to my side and force my legs under me. I successfully sat up, my legs folded under my person. I have no memory of what happened to make me like this. The cold burns my nose and makes me shiver violently. In an attempt to open my eyes, I'm hit with a terrible pain. A migraine? No, my eyes are sore; they've been shut for a very long time. I can finally pry my eyes open, but not before I have to use my hands to do so, rubbing away the soreness and sleepiness. Looking off to the side, I register tall blades of grass, a border of trees and a mist hovering over the area. Anything beyond the meadow is dark, but I can make out a thick fog line surrounding the meadow and I. The suns rays start to peak above the fog and tree line, casting aside the dark and creating a rainbow of pastels.

Looking down at my person I take in my appearance. I'm still wearing my black skinny jeans, calf length brown boots, and my black leather jacket. Glancing around, I take in the fact that a vast forest surrounds me. And then I hear it… nothing. The tweets have stopped. Everything is completely silent and still. Standing up, I walk slowly towards the forest, keeping the sunrise on my right. I barely make it to the forest edge before I start to hear the barks of hounds and feel the rumblings of horses; a hunting party. With as much energy as I can muster, I spring into the forest. The cold, dense air burns my lungs and my running slows. My breathing is erratic and my head is spinning so fast that I have to reach out to a tree. The dogs are closer, and so are their masters. With the world spinning under me, I feel my body collapse onto the ground. With my vision blurring, I can see the dozens of dogs approaching. The last thing my mind can register is the sounds of men's voices shouting, none of it comprehensible to me.

Voices echo off surrounding walls. Wherever I am, they are stonewalls, and this room is huge. I don't want to wake up, that's for sure. However, my body has other plans for me. Jolting into and upright position, I open my eyes and start observing as much as I can. The first thing I can get is that there's fine tapestry all over the room. I'm on a beautiful bed, and covered with nice blankets. There are two men in the room as well. A short, beady eyed, white haired man with a silver or gold tooth, and a large man clad in black, which mirrored his hair, watching me with a balanced gaze. And to my displeasure, they're blocking the only exit; a huge oak door.

Fantastic.

The white haired man approaches me with his hands in front of him, exposing his empty hands. As he does this, I take in his appearance. Nice clothes, a tunic… and a sword. What is going on?

"Careful girl, I don't mean you any harm, I just want to talk." His tooth was really distracting, I couldn't look away from it; he was goofy looking with it.

"If you truly want to talk, lay your sword on the ground," my voice was hoarse from its lack of use.

"Very well." He sighed.

I watched as he did as I asked. Then I looked to his friend. It was unbelievably obvious he had much more than a sword, but I wasn't going to push my luck.

"Now, girl, do you know who I am?" The beady eye man asked.

"No, but by the looks of things, you are important," I matched his friendly tone.

"I am Sheriff Vaisey, and this is Guy Of Gisbourne." He said, matter of fact.

The names didn't even ring a bell, but their outfits and my surrounding mimicked something Medieval, but that would be impossible…Time travel is for science fiction and dreamers.

"You are not from here."

The one Vaisey addressed as Sir Guy said. To answer his statement, I stood. For then, a woman dressed in pants is wrong, and rude.

"Who are you, and from where do you come?"

Vaisey asked, but it sounded more like an order. Thinking quickly, I came up with a name that suited this era and a rank, to keep me from harm. I would also need a story. One they and the rest of the world would buy. According to my gran, I have enough Irish blood coursing through my veins to make me a full-blooded native. My story was going to be a fun one, that's for sure.

"I am Lady Dani," I let them eat it up, and tried to buy myself more time.

"Never heard of you, where are you from, for the second time?"

Vaisey was getting impatient, though I had peaked his interest.

"I am from… Ireland, and the county of… Clare."

I tried to hide my pause, watching the men closely to see if they caught it. By the look on Vaisey's face, he didn't catch it.

"And where's your family, how'd you end up on my land, what are you wearing, I need answers, girl. And I don't believe for one second that you're a Lady."

He rushed out the questions and his statement so quickly and was nearly shouting. What an ill-tempered man.

"I beg you pardon, sir. But I assure you I am of noble birth. As for my family, I would ask that you not be so unkind, since you know nothing of my past or me. My father was the Lord of Clare; my mother was a maiden from… Scotland. You see, Sheriff, my father was a merchant who earned his title, after many years of service to the crown. He met my mother in Galway and they married soon after. That's it."

"La-Di-Da, I don't care about your lineage anymore, but what you are doing here, and why."

The Sheriff was really starting to annoy me.

"If you would so kindly not interrupt, my liege, I will continue, and answer all your questions. However, I am feeling indisposed at the time, and ask for some food."

I can play this game too, jerk.

Meeting the gaze of Guy, I could tell I'd done something really stupid. But what could I do? I was starving, and if he was going to be rude, and interrupt my story, fake story at that, but my story nonetheless, I will make him wait. Vaisey's face was turning a little red, but he didn't reveal his thoughts. With an amused grin, he turned to Guy, whispering something unknown to me, and left the room, picking up his sword before doing so. With an internal sigh, I looked to the ground. He was creepy, that's for sure. He made me feel… uneasy.

"Could you possibly hurry? To keep him waiting at dinner is very unwise. Especially if you're keeping him waiting for the information."

Guy of Gisbourne: I can tell, I'm already so charmed to meet him. What a charismatic man. Guy stood by the open door, waiting for me, I suppose. Exhaling, I leave the room, plotting my escape, memorizing as much of the castle as I could. Guy was silent, thank God for that. If he were anything like Vaisey, I'd use his sword to kill myself.

Voila. There it is. Even after all this time... I still think R.A. is hot to trot. ;D Yes. Ridiculous phrase, but I think it's funny. He plays the 'Tall, Dark, and Handsome' role very well... Me likey. ;)

Let me know what you think of the slight alteration! More changes are to come.