Snow White and the huntsman

Chapter 1

"Do you hear that?"

My father, Eric, whispered.I grab my his sleeve tightly. Perhaps it was a bad idea for a father to train his eight year old daughter to be a huntress. "Father, maybe we should leave. It's too dangerous here." Father looked down at me with a reassuring smile. He bent down to my height and patted my long brown hair.

"Lane, I know you're scared, you need this. What If I'm not there of something happens to you or your mother? You'll be able to protect yourself and her." He hugged me. I sighed and parted from the hug.

"I'll do it." I look at him with eyes full of determination.

He kissed my forehead and stood straight. "Alright now. Lets start with the basic blocking technique."

(8 years later)

I walked through the streets of this rotting town with my cloak flowing in the air. Ever since Ravenna ruled tabor, the whole kingdom has been ruined. I pray the day that witch rots along with her crafts.

"Take that you drunk bastard!" A voice slurred.

Two drink men in a scrap fight, what a surprise. But some part of beg the heavens for neither one of those men to be my father... I sighed as I noticed a tall thick shouldered, muscled man with greasy hair pulled into a pony tail. My father.

I pulled my hood over my head and hid behind a cart. I flinch as he got punched and pushed into the mud by his opponent. The man dropped his weapon and just when the man pulled his foot back for a kick, I shoot an arrow at a wooden pole behind him. He stopped and looked up, taking a few steps back. I stood and walked cautiously in front of my father with an arrow ready to shoot.

"Stop right there." I commanded in a low menacing voice. I got a better look at the man. A fat, ugly, bearded man.

The fat man cackled. "What are you going to do if I don't." I adjust my grip on my bow slightly. "I'll shoot an arrow through your fat neck." I threatened quietly.

"Lane, don't." I heard my father say in a quiet tone. I didn't pay any attention. "Now step back." I threatened once again.

The fat men scoffed. "Listen lass, I don't think you know who you're mess wi-" unfortunately for him, he was cut short. An arrow was lodged in his shoulder.

There was a scream and a thud. His comrades rushed to him and helped him up.

"You'll pay for that, you bitch." The fat man groaned. I pulled my hood down, revealing my shorter, loosely tied brown hair.

"You're lucky I didn't aim at you neck. Next time will be your head." I warmed as his comrades took him away. I turned to my dad and helped home out of the mud.

"You're welcome." I said pursing my lips into a thin smile.

He rolls his eyes. "I didn't need your help, I would've handled them on my own." I gave him an 'are you serious?' Look. "You really are full on drunk this time! Handle them on your own?" I question as my voice got louder. "Lane, I appreciate you helping me, but-" my father was interrupted by clapping. We turn to see another stupid man with a bowl hair cut. Yes you guessed it. Prince Finn, the queen witch's brother.

"I'm impressed me dear girl. You certainly know how to aim you weapon. The hideous, pasty man gave me a smug grin.

"What do you want? My father asked, glaring at the prince. He chuckled lightly. "The queen wishes to see you both. She wants to discuss some important matters." Finn explained with another smug grin.

"And what business should we have with the queen? Just so she can kill us?" I yelled, taking a step forward but father outstretched his arm in front of me. The prince laughed. "Oh, no. You see, she needs you help. You are two of the few who have ventured into the dark woods. Am I right?" Prince Finn said. This ninny was getting on my last nerve. Father was about to reject the offer when we both were taken by the shoulder and forced to the ruling witch.