Penelope was a young 18 year old who lived by herself on the outskirts of Sleepy Hollow. The reason she was so far away was that the people of Sleepy Hollow had cast her out, naming her a witch. Penelope didn't really care about that, though. She found her former neighbors to be frightened, ignorant people.
This story starts on a warm, April morning. Penelope walked out of her small home and travelled into the forest to hunt. She had a small rifle in her tiny hands, ready to fire at any second. Her brown hair was cut shorter than normal, and fell in waves around her beautiful face. Penelope wore leather breeches and a green shirt. She wore heavy black boots on her feet, but she walked silently, gracefully moving through the trees like a ghost. She spotted a deer and crouched down, taking aim.
But, just as she was about to fire, a gun shot rang out and the deer fell. Suddenly, a group of soldiers appeared a few meters from Penelope. She sank down into the bushes, her tiny body disappearing in the brush. The soldiers were speaking German…
Hessian Mercenaries, employed by the British.
Penelope pulled out her hunting knife, ready for a fight.
The soldiers grabbed the deer and walked off, laughing and jabbering on.
Penelope stood up as soon as she knew they were far away, glaring and swearing under her breath. She hadn't found so much as a rabbit in days and then her first meal in almost two weeks was taken by some well-fed German bastards.
Oh, she would get her revenge. At nightfall, she would go to the camp, and steal as much of their food as she could carry.
Little did she realize, she was being watched.