Wats up everybody! This is the first chapter of my first story on fanfiction and I hope u enjoy it! (Ps. Please comment and give suggestions!)

I ran as fast as my feet would take me with Sheriff Nottingham right on my heels. He shot four arrows at me and one hit my back. I cried in agony and anguish but I kept running. Once I hit a dead end in the wood, I felt dumbfounded. I had forgotten about my wings! I took flight and headed back to town. It was the middle of the night. My wings had begun to weaken, and I could flap them no more. So I glided down to the ground and unfortunately, at full speed. I hit the ground with full impact. I thought to myself, 'It's better than being dead'. The Scarlet Hand would be furious if they found out I stole their files. I got up slowly and I limped towards the house I had landed in front of. I began to weep in pain. When I could cry no more I collapsed on the ground. I was tired. My blood stained the ground. I saw a painfully thin, tall, old man come out of the house. His eyes were a bright, icy blue and they were full of concern. He also looked visibly shaken and startled to see me. As he ran towards me, everything became pitch black.

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