The information broker

by Nipper-Mel

What if the huntsman from red riding hoods tale was the same one working for the evil queen. And what if he was put on the isle of the lost just like all others who were associated with villains. Well in this tale this is the case, follow his daughter as she navigates life on the isle, as well nothing really. She isn't a hero nor a villain, not even something in between. harryxread

1. Chapter 1

Chapter one. (5 years before the movies)

I watched from the shadows as the core four terrorized the isle, I lived and worked on their side of the island, but I am not a part of their crew. Looking at the time, I saw it was almost four; I needed to get home to my dad. We had a small cottage hidden between the houses. I started running, swiping some apples for dinner.

But how rude of me to not introduce myself. The names Breanna and I am the huntsman's daughter. Yes, he is the same huntsman that used to work for the Evil queen. Yet he saved red riding hood from the big bad wolf. He was chucked on the isle due to his work for EQ, where he was promptly thrown aside. Now we live by stealing and the weapons he can make when he feels like it. It's never easy, but we manage, well, sometimes we do. Due to my dad's past, I don't really fit with the other villain kids, making it safer for me to home school rather than go to serpent high or hell hall. I spent my life lurking in the shadows, learning everyone's secrets and weaknesses, like a hunter stalking its prey.

"Dad, I'm home'', I called out as I walked into our tiny home. It was too dark, way too dark. Ever since I was little, dad had kept the lights on, never going without at least one. ''Dad?'' I called out again when I heard a crash in the other room, where our kitchen is. My heart started to pound, and the air constricted in my throat. ''Dad,'' I exclaimed, rushing towards the sound without thinking. As I walked into the room, I saw him tied up, blood seeping from a cut on his temple.

His dark eyes met mine, the emotion in them hard to read; it wasn't fear, at least not for himself, I think, but instead is saw panic. He tried to get out of his constraints but couldn't, and then something hard hit the back of my head. I had remained standing frozen in the door, but now I was falling to our floor. Someone kicked me in the gut before I hit the ground, and when I did, I was out like a light.