A/N: Hellooo. This is my first fan fic, and my hundreth story It's about an orphan girl, who lost her parents recently. She runs away from the home she was placed in, but gets captured by a man. Taking her into custudy. Lots of bumpy roads. But along the entire way she doesn't give up fighting, will she be broken, or will she keep up the fight? Read and find out. I really suck at summaries, but the stories okay. This is my original, please don't use my characters. xD Alex:

The night air was cold. And bitter against my face. My nose was blood red, so were my cheeks and my ears. The snow bunched around above my ankles. The trees were blocking me from view of any near by villages or housings. Which was a good thing. I had run away from my Foster home. My house was caught in a fire, killing my Father and my younger brother. And I was alone, and put in a home. And I hated it more than anything.

Two weeks after, I split. But now as I look back, I'm wondering if it was a good idea. It was a kind of; spurr of the moment thing. And now I'm feeling a bit foolish. The trees also blocked the strong wind, beating at the outter barracades of the branches. I sighed, it could be worse. I pull my jacket together as much as possible; hugging to its little to none warmth. My pants dragged the wet ground. The cold water going up to my shins and calfs. It froze my skin. My long dark hair, was down. Hanging around my lower waiste and abdomen. I would've put it in a poney tail, to keep it out of the way. But, if it covered my ice ears, I think I could handle it getting in the way.

My feet made little crunch noises as I pulled my small backpack tightly to my body. Trying to steal away any warmth I possible could. It was dark and hard to see. If it weren't for the moonlight, I'd have been standing in a huge snowy forest; pitch black. Like I said, it could've been worse. The owl cooed lightly, and I even caught a glimpse of a red fox. I shook, I didn't really like dogs or any of the above; as a child I got bit by a wolf, and never really got over it. I closed my eyes, trudging forward. I started to humm, which went on to full singing. I sang lullibies of happy times. Of heat and of summer. Of smiling faces, and of Christmas trees. I sang of happiness. I was a very talented singer; my grandmother sang at her local church, and to put it short. . .she was amazing. And when she found I could sing, her hopes soured. She always loved it, and the gift was passed on to me.

There was crunching behind me, which immediately made me stop. I slowly turned to look behind me. And all I was assaulted with was a cold wind. I closed my eyes, singing happier and louder. I turned back around, and dragged onward. My light Trasilvanian accent, added to the very European song. I sang to the night, and I rejoiced. Even though I was dying inside. I didn't know how long I'd last out here; but even the forest and the snow is better than my old life. I lifted my foot carefully, and set it down. There was a later crunch behind me. Maybe a wolf? I didn't turn around.

I lifted my foot carefully, again. Another crunch beside mine. I made my racing heart get back into my chest. I made myself breath steadily. I was not afriad, I was not afraid. I sang more and more. But when I heard a tree branch break behind me; my senses jolted. I bolted forward, fast than I could believe I've ever run before. I ran with all my might. And something was growling behind me. I didn't look, I didn't care. I stared straight ahead of me, dodging tree limbs, and huge trees. I ran through the forest as if I were and elf; born here. I did live here most of my life; hints, the soft accent. But they always told us to never go into the woods. Wolves would come, and they were always afraid as little ones, we'd run in foolishly. My Father tought me better. But I was not prepared for a wolf, nor the being that flew in front of me. I stopped dead in my tracks, staring up at him. He had brown hair, that was cut short, below his ears. He was very tall, I was guessing 6'3. Because I was only 5'3, and I stared up at him. He towered over me. He had black clothes, and a knife covered with a sheath. His shoulders were broad, this guy worked hard every day of his life. I slowly started backing up, to only have himadvance forward.

"What do you want?" I asked quietly. My voice didn't shake, and I was proud of that. He was silent. His brown hair blowing in the wind. I backed up till I was against a tree.

"You." He said, in a deep heavy accented voice. It shook my bones, but it never showed on my face. He came forward till I could feel his body heat against mine. Which I was happy and disgusted with at the same time. Was he from the home? "I'm not going back to the home." I said sternly. He didn't say anything, only inched forward. I felt behind me, grabbing on to a rugged tree branch. I was not going back to that damned home. I ripped it off suddenly, bringing it across his face, before it even came a foot from him, he grabbed it. I dropped it lazily. "Shit." I whispered. He face was solemn, uncaring and looking bored. Before I really understood what I was doing, I kicked him in the shins.

For a moment he faultered, and that was long enough for me to get away. Although I felt air behind me making a whoosing sound, I didn't turn to look. All of a sudden my head was yanked back. My hair was pulled back in his hair. He was holding on by maybe an inch. I looked at his little sheath, I made a break for it. And surprisingly I got it. I cut away the inch or two he had in his hand, and split. I was running like the devil himself was behind me; although this time I did look back. He was inches behind me, and then it happened. The thing that would inevitably seal my fate of returning. In one sudden move, it was all over; I tripped. Landing on my back. I saw a streak of black, and stars shot over my vision. And I felt nothing but warmth.

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