Hey y'all! This is a story my epically awesome friend Izzy wrote. She doesn't have a fanfiction, so I am posting it for her. I will forward all reviews you send me to her. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: It is the same for all chapters. She and I do not own the Setting, however, Izzy does own all the characters in chapters 1-3.
Nina woke to the beeping of her alarm clock. It was only 4:00 AM, but that was the point. She was running away from her foster home in Long Island. Quickly, she crept downstairs, stuffed some food and provisions into a bag, and fixed her hair. It was unreasonable, but she needed her hairpin, Halfling. When she flicked her wrist a certain way, it turned into a bronze and silver knife with a jeweled hilt. A last gift from her father, who she didn't even know. It was very dainty, very feminine, and very deadly. She smiled as the moon's fading light reflected off of Halfling and onto her manically smiling face. She hated her foster parents, Jean and Lenny. First of all, what kind of a name was Lenny? Second of all, they looked at her like she was some kind of freak. Wait, she was some kind of freak. Whatever. It didn't matter anymore. She put on her shoes and snuck out the back door, into the Long Island woods.
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It had been a week since Nina had run away from "the home". She had always been a fast runner, and she had gained at least a 50-mile head start from the search party, judging from her star map navigation skills. Nina had always been fascinated with the sky, and had read all the astrology books in the public library of her town. The search party would probably give up on finding her after a week. Lenny and Jean didn't care about her that much, and the police would expect her to take to the highway, not the woods. Surprisingly, she was quite good with survival. Probably because of all those bloodthirsty brutes of foster parents she had had in her 13 years. Nina had managed to carve herself a crude bow and arrows to hunt. She slept in the topmost branches of the trees, where no one would find her. However, once, in the middle of the night she had heard a rustling. She quickly drew Halfling and stabbed in the direction of the sound. It turned out it was just a very, very, ticked-off owl. It gave her a look, and flew off.
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It had been a week and a half by now. Nina was thoroughly confident the police and search parties would never find her. The wilderness was so beautiful. She thought she should stay there forever. She no longer slept in the trees. Instead, she made herself beds of moss and fallen leaves. They weren't exactly comfortable, but she had grown used to them. Tonight, she was happy. Glad she could experience the beauty of the stars. Glad she had no one to call her a freak. Content, she closed her eyes…