PROLOUGE
The little girl looked around the corner of the dirty tunnel. No one was there. She should have known that there was nothing to be afraid of; no one is ever there. At least not in the real world, if this is the real world. The girl carried her sack (practically dragging it for it was so heavy) with here clothes and stolen jewels.
I need to get out of this place, she thought. These aren't very nice people, these people who call me daughter and sister and cousin. I hear them talking. I know I am not theirs, I don't belong here. For 2 years now I have put up with these not real people. They told me when I woke up that I had been sick all my first 4 years and that now I am getting better. They told me my name is not Hailey like I thought but it was Miranda. The people I knew where all just in my head.
Even though the girl believed every word she had been told at the age of four, she never forgot the love she had felt in her dreams. And now at the age of six she wanted to go find that love, even though she knew it wasn't real. For two years it had been beaten out of her.
Now she was free no one was coming to stop her. She got out of the tunnel and into the woods. The keeper of the grounds at the big castle had taught her a lot about surviving out there, In the dark scary woods. Not that he meant to though, he though her to young to be able to learn such things, he didn't even know she really paid attention to what he said in the last year. He didn't know she would do anything to get away, even runaway at the age of 6. Time for a new place and new name...again and maybe just maybe for the last time
11 YEARS LATER......