Hello again!
So I have a bit of explaining to do to the fans of this story.
I got a bit of critism and took what I did of it and decided to start this story over. You will notice it is probably going to sound exactly the same but I assure you that it is NOT. I worked hard to try and remake the first chapter so it was reasonably good. This was as good as I could get it. :)
Other chapters should be out soon.

To the people who helped me and showed me that I had made a BIG mistake with Linah's character, I am eternally grateful!
I am hoping you will like this Linah better and hope you are not too quick to judge. :P

As always, if anyone has anything to say about this story, please review and I will try to fix it (I promise I won't start over again).

Now go enjoy the remade version of Unstoppable! ^.^

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Inheritance Cycle, they belong to CP. I do not own any characters other than those who I made.

Chapter 1 – Thoughts Of An Outcast

Be reasonable he told me. I needed to do it he told me. Stay quiet he told me. You're just a child he told me. Go home he told me.
I was smarter than he so he decides that it would be best to keep me locked in my room all day for outsmarting him.
If my dear old father had half the mind I do, he wouldn't have sold those sheep.
But no he sold the sheep. The sheep we needed for clothing and for food. Not to mention the fact that two of them were pregnant!
Fuming, Linah set off from the tavern where her father was with his friend Darlt drinking like there was going to be no more ale after this afternoon.
She passes several people who moved out of her way the second they noticed who she was.
"Therinsford is hell!" Linah screamed as she slammed the front door to their house closed.

"Linah don't say such things. You know father tries his hardest to put food on the table." Her step mother Rachel tried to sooth Linah out of her rage.
Behind Rachel stood Linah's step sister, Zariel, who was eighteen - only a year older than Linah.
Cargen, Linah's father, had remarried after Linah's mother had fled from Therinsford.

"Or else what? You will torture me with you inane chatter about how I have to become a 'proper' young woman?!" She threw her hands up in the air and stormed upstairs.
Too many years had Linah had to endure the speeches of everyone in town telling her that women did not wear trousers, women did not fight, and women were not as smart as men – especially her.
They were wrong. Linah was smarter than all of them; not to mention she could probably knock any guy out cold, given the chance.
Today, she was not about to receive another speech.

Linah slammed her door shut behind her and slid down against it fighting back the tears.
Why? Why God? Why make me so different that my life is like hell? She thought as the tears escaped and rolled freely down her cheeks.
Time seemed to pass all too quickly because she was soon sitting against the door with dry red eyes. Her tears had left a trail down her cheeks and her dress was wet from where her tears kept falling.
She stood up and relocated herself to the end of her bed.
I'm a freak! She thought as she kicked the box of her belongings.
Her foot began throbbing as soon as it made contact with the box.
Fresh new tears sprang to her eyes as she held her foot.
Well here's to hoping that is the stupidest thing I will do all week.
Grudgingly she stood up and walked back out of the room.

"Linah! Thank heavens. Your father should be home soon and he would not take it well if you were in your room yet again." Rachel rushed over and started fussing over her clothes. "Zariel just went to go make sure the horses are in the stables."
Sighing Linah sat down in the chair closest to her.
Rachel walked back into the kitchen and continued working on dinner.
It was already dark outside when Zariel returned inside and washed before helping her mother with dinner – a chore that Linah never helped with.
"So I was thinking of taking the two of you in town tomorrow. I was planning on visiting my friend and you two can walk around for a while if you would like." Rachel said after five minutes of pure silence.

"Sure. I was going anyway." Linah crossed her arms in front of her just as her father walked through the door.
It was plain to see that he had been drinking. His eyes were half closed, he wore the most stupid grin, his shirt was untucked at the side and not to mention the fact he was swaying on the spot – probably unable to walk in a straight line!
"Why how nice of you to join us father, we were beginning to wonder whatever had happened to you in town." Linah smirked as her father bobbed his head in her direction and took a seat before his legs gave away.

"I was jus' helpin' Darlt find 'is 'orse." Linah held back the laughter that wanted to burst out after her father's explanation. If the other things weren't a dead giveaway that he was drunk than his slurred speech would definitely alert Rachel to what he had been doing in town. "'Ows dinner goin' love? I 'ope it's cooked."

"It is. But before you get any tell me, have you been drinking again?" Rachel walked out with two plates in her hands, Zariel trailed after her holding another two.

"A little." He smiled as Rachel slid the plate in front of him.

After that nothing else was said over dinner. They ate, Zariel and Rachel went to clean up, Linah's father went into the bathroom and Linah escaped back up to her room.
Linah's room was small enough to be called a storage space. She used to own the big room down the hall but after her father had remarried he gave Zariel Linah's room stating 'she is older so she needs more room'. That was the day Linah learnt how to hate someone with every fibre of her body.
The walls of her room were bare besides the single picture of a cow Linah had drawn when she was five.
Of her few possessions most of them were inside the box by her bed. Her mirror, hairbrush, books and the few bits of jewellery her mother had left her were inside the box while her clothes were stacked on top of empty crates to the left of her bed.
Her room had one window – above her bed – which faced toward the forest of the Spine.
When she was younger she had been warned to never enter the deadly forest, all the young kids were but they really hammered it into Linah.
As much as they tried to scare her from ever entering, they failed and just made her want to explore it all the more.
One person – out of the hundreds Linah had met – told her that there was nothing to fear in the forest.
Roran she remembered his name was, told of how his cousin would constantly go into the Spine and come out perfectly fine – and often with food for their family.
Linah hadn't heard from Roran since he had left town suddenly. At first she had been worried for him but over time she just thought he more than likely realized how bad it was in Therinsford and returned to the village he came from, Carvahall.
Maybe I could escape and I could live in Carvahall. If the people there are as nice as Roran, then my life will be much better.
Sighing, Linah got dressed for bed and slid under the covers.

It was still dark outside when Linah awoke.
The creatures of the night were awake and making sounds outside her window.
Linah sat up and gazed out to see the daunting forest.
I wish I could just explore it for a while.
Just as she thought that a wolf howled from inside the forests depths sending a chill up Linah's spine.
If I was going to, I would certainly need to be able to protect myself.
She looked in the corner where a stick Linah used to jam her door shut with leaned against the wall.
Silently she slid out of bed and picked up the stick.
Linah knew what she was about to do was wrong and that if anyone ever found out about it she would have to deal with so many lectures that her head would hurt from just seeing all the people. But it didn't dissuade her, Linah was sure that one day soon she would escape Therinsford and to do so without people noticing too much, she would need to hide in the forest.
She twirled the stick around in her hand almost hitting herself in the head and missing her leg by millimetres. She swiped the stick causing the air around it make a sound.
She continued to practice until she saw the sky getting lighter.
Placing the stick back in its original spot, she slipped back into bed and fell to sleep.

Now that you have read this chapter you may have realized that I am going to space out events so they don't happen so quickly.

Any suggestions? Review. I take on board ALL critism (I am after all only 15 and in year 10 so I could still use some help).

Hope you enjoyed and chapter 2 is on it's way!

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