Hi everyone, so here is my first story, be kind and let me know what you think :D x

She was strong and brave, free and independent. She was the teller of stories and the singer of songs. She could light up a dark day with her words and her music, she was Lyra Banks. Daughter to Mark Banks and Elizabeth Banks. Sister to Ellen Banks and Jack Banks. Their family had once been o the most powerful people in Surrey, her dad leader of the kings treasury, her mother the head of the socialites in London. But one day that all changed, everything went, their money, their land, their home and their future. They were cast onto the street with little next to nothing to call their own. Lyra had only been 13 when this had happened, her music was taken from her to, and she lost all her instruments, her voice. Her parents died from the cold outside. So it was just her, Ellen and Jack left to fend for themselves, 3 helpless teenagers in a world of hate. One fateful day, as they walked into the local town to get some food, with the little money they had been given for their odd jobs. I t had seemed like any other day but it was completely different. It was the day Lyra was taken from her brother and sister, the day she was grabbed and taken to a place far, far from her home.

"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Lyra ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!" Everyone clapped and let out a cheer, all her friends stood round the table all with huge grins on their faces. She smiled and blew out the candles. Another cheer went from the crowd.

"How does it feel to be 19 Lyra" the youngest of her friends asked her. She smiled, "exactly the same as it did last year" she said ruffling the kid's hair, he was sweet, always looking out for her even though he was at least 10 years younger. Lyra glanced around the group and smiled. All these people were so sweet, ever since she had come here they took her under their wing and helped her though it all. But they weren't Ellen and Jack, they weren't her big brother and sister, they weren't family. It had been five years since she last saw them and she missed them terribly. She wasn't herself without them.

"LYRA" a shout went through the house, "where are you girl, come here immediately"

Lyra sighed and waved to her friends, they gave her a sympathetic smile and she left the room.

Mr Bradshaw sat high in his bed, his tiny little eyes narrowed. His belly stretched out before him with a plate of ham rested on it.

"Lyra LYRA"

"I am right 'ere sir, no need to panic."

"GOOD" he coughed "i need you to go into the village!!"

"Yes sir"

"Fetch me some, pigs feet candy, some fruit, for Millie of course, some more ham from the butcher, oh and tell Mrs. McCredie on the lane she still owes me that £15 pounds and I want it by Friday or else she will have to clean our toilets for whole week " Mr. Bradshaw waved Lyra out of the room. She gave a respectful bow and left.

"Stupid old sod." She muttered and she wrapped her shawl over her shoulders and headed out onto the lane. It was a long walk to the village, a very long one. The wind was billowing around the bottom of her dress and the tiny droplets of rain kept hitting her in the eye.

The town was busy and bustling with people. The line for the fruit stall stretched all the way round the corner, the bakers was full and the butchers were closed. "Brilliant, bloody brilliant."

She forced her way through the crowd.

"4 bags of pigs candy please Bert" Bert turned and flashed his toothy grin at me

"Mr. Bradshaw got you out on duties then hey!!"

Lyra nodded, "you bet, he is in a bad mood and guess what, the butchers is shut!"

Bert laughed, he handed her the candy, she handed him the money.

"Bye love"

"Bye Bert"



She walked back out onto the street. It was just as busy. She turned to look behind her as she headed to Mr. Madders stall for the fruit. She turned her head back to face the right way.

She crashed straight into this man sending pig's candy flying everywhere. They both crashed to the floor.

"I am so sorry sir."

"No harm, no harm"

He lifted up the pig's candy; she glanced up and looked him in the eyes. They were deep, sad and lonely. He had a bow across his back. He smiled at her, but the smile didn't reach his eyes

"Lyra Banks" she said holding out her hand.

"Robin Hood" he tooke her hand and shook it gently

Lyra's heart skipped a beat. Robin winked at her and left walked off into the crowd.

She stood motionless, that was Robin Hood, she had just met Robin Hood. He was a legend, known throughout the land; he was the saviour of the poor, so why did he look so sad?

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