The carriage ride is amazing. I sit and gaze into Sherwood Forest. A small movement catches my eye or was it just me or is it a mirror but it is gone and I turn away. "Alyssa darling, shouldn't you be doing your embroidery?" my Aunt asks me gently. "Sewing stinks, I want to be running outside." I reply with vengeance and she sighs. But I don't care if she thinks 'm being difficult I want to have fun not sit around doing worthless things. I wish Marion was here. I would be glad to have someone to talk to. The carriage jerks to a halt and my Uncle looks worried. Concerned I start to ask what's going on when the door crashes open and hooded green figures walk in. I don't think, I run and hide in the trees and watch as more hooded figures bring my Aunt and Uncle out of the carriage. One of the men takes a step forward with his sword and begins to attack my Uncle who has pulled out his, with a small cry I run forward to help. A big mistake! One of the men grabs me. His arms are tight around mine and he holds a smooth hand over my mouth. He barely registers my small kicks and he turns so I'm forced to watch as the hooded man kills my Aunt and Uncle.
10 years later
It's my eighteenth birthday and I'm alone in a dungeon and for once it is peaceful. The rest of my roommates are dead, most were executed yesterday. I sit in chains and make a wish to whoever is listening, could I please see daylight again? Even if it was just once it would be better than the endless blackness I had to look forward to. The door opened and I jumped to my feet and feel the sharp tug of chains on my wrists and I wish I could rub them, but I can't. I blink in the light and make out the figure of a man. Instinctively I cringe away because he is alone and where I live it is always a bad sign. The man blinks and looks around the room. He's is not dressed like the guards but I won't take chances and I try to hide myself which is not easily done. When his eyes adjust to the light he begins walking toward me. Knowing I'm spotted I roll into a tight ball and watch him silently. He is almost a foot away when he stops and sits down. He looks at me for a while then says "You don't have to be afraid of me, I won't hurt you. I'm George and you are?" he waits for me to answer and when I don't he laughs and I feel shocked "Well, you're a silent one aren't you? Look I heard about you the other day. You know your quite popular among the servants the girl who grew up in a dungeon." His voice is crisp and clear I know it should mean something but I can't think why.
Every night after that George came to see me and after a few months he undid the chains that bound me and began to show me how to walk. Little by little my legs became stronger and it wasn't long until I could speak without halting and walk without stumbling and little by little I began to trust George. George would sometimes bring me treats and the meals I got became better. One night as we were walking with an armed escort through the hall of the dungeon I told him about my Aunt and Uncle. George looked thoughtful for a minute then said "you say they wore green, well my best guest would be that they were outlaws. But don't worry the outlaws today are not the same ones probably their descendants." I shivered and silently wished I would never get to meet them.