Yello I love all you peeps who read this! please review but no flames :) Btw this is a rewrite cause I was half asleep when writing this chapter. I have corrected the horrendous mistakes and I hope you guys will forgive me D:


She sat casually at the side of the road, under the calm shade of a massive tree, watching the sun set with beautiful shades of red, orange and yellow. Her long wavy brown hair was ,in a loose ponytail that ran down her back, as wild as a horses mane. The big sea blue eyes she owned looked up like a small child in wonder at the beauty of this natural world. With its thick green and brown forest and a sky that stretched on forever without a cloud to be seen. She longed for her mother, that crazy, lovable lady had always talked about the land of dreams. Saying

"We will go ta get'er someday my little gal. You and I in ta free world."

She would have loved this view, would chuckle and laugh "Would ya look at t'at now Imogen."

The young woman rocked slightly at the base of the tree, locked in the memory of her mother.

Over in Killarney,

Many years ago,

Me mother sang a song to me

In tones so sweet and low.

She barely whispered to herself sadly. Repeating what her mother always sang whenever she got upset or hurt. Hoping that the lady would hear her.

Just a simple little ditty,

In her good old Irish way,

I'd give the world if she could sing

That song to me this day

...

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Too-ra-loo-ra-li,

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Hush, now don't you cry.

There was the distinct rattle of a cart coming by and she looked round the tree lazily to see red coats.

"Perfect." she grinned elfishly, snapping out of her depressing memories, before adjusting her holsters that were criss-crossed over her hips and lifting up her cowl over her mouth and nose. She primed a flintlock pistol in her hand that she had… acquired in her travels and got up before strolling into the middle of the road, in front of the cart and men. She was clad in tight brown leather trousers, a white, loose shirt with a black waistcoat over the top. the young girl had black leather gloves, boots and a cloak to finish of her look and she definitely suited the bandit trend. There were four of them and one of her. Easy.

"Ok boys, do we have to do this the easy way or the hard way?" she asked cheekily, swinging the gun in her hand in a care free fashion.

"Get out of our way or we shoot!" one of them yelled before clumsily trying to point his bayonet at her. She sighed before pointing her gun at the man and fired. He fell off the cart like a full sack of potatoes. The other three stared at her wide eyed, then back at there dead comrade wh was face first in the dirt.

"Now I'm sure ya gentlemen want to keep ya lives so I will only say this once." she grinned before pulling out her pistol's twin from her other holster. "Stand and deliver, the goods or your lives."

As predicted they would have rather kept their skanky lives than loose a few food supplies and she watched as two went packing into the forest. the one who stayed behind had more guts and tried to fight but he met a quick end with her bullet. it was the least she could do to commend his bravery. She disposed of the bodies and leapt onto the cart. The horse protested a little but walked on when she ordered it to.

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Too-ra-loo-ra-li,

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

That's an Irish lullaby.


So cute! :) Hope you all like Imogen :p