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Here is a brand new story, created by two. We hope you like it, it's AU and some of the names have been changed. Please review!

It was the year 1719 and a cold, foggy night in London. Rats scrambled around the streets. Beggars and homeless sleeping on empty porches, while the rich and people who owned a home slept in a warm swan feathered beds.

A few beggars wandered the streets, inn hopes of finding a morsel to eat. The night sky was rapidly darkening, but no stars could penetrate the thick blanket of fog.

Everything was peaceful and quiet, when all of a sudden a girl who could be no older then 16 ran and ran through the streets. She was being chased by two very big and intimidating soldiers, on foot also. She ran and ran to the corner at the edge of the cobblestone road, and turned at full speed almost running into the wall.

She ran into an empty warehouse and waited silently till the two men had passed the door. They were quite dimwitted; they kept on running straight ahead. Once they were out of site and earshot she collapsed to the floor, her fatigued legs not able support her weight. Soon she was sleeping so soundly that not even ghosts could wake her from sleep.

Flashback:

Susannah was just an orphaned beggar girl who, by some bizarre co-incidence, also possessed the ability to talk to ghosts. One day when she was navigating the crowded streets of London, a ghost came to her. She wasn't surprised. They always seemed to find her and seek her advice. This particular ghost was a boy, younger then her.

His name was Jack, and he had some news that would change her life.

'He killed me, Suze.' He whispered. They were in an alleyway behind an unused bar. It was where Susannah 'lived, if you could call it that.

You have to save her, Susannah. Paul is going to bloody kill her at the first chance he gets.' He said vehemently, pummeling his fist into the rotting wall.

'I just found out by mistake! No one was supposed to know, or suspect him! When he replaced her, no one would have realized what a bastard he truly is!'

Susannah listened carefully, and took the tightly scroll of paper that Jack gave her. He explained that the paper contained the details of the plot with his brother in the middle of it all.

A plot to kill the Queen of England.

Then, feeling relieved that the message was passed on, he moved on to his next life.

End Flashback

Susannah woke from the warehouse. She was far from her territory in London; she didn't know where she was. She had just kept running to escape Paul's minions. She hated this brother of Jack's already, without ever meeting him. Even if Jack was nice enough.

Paul had, somehow, found out that Jack had told her before moving on, about his deepest secret.

So he had sent people to hunt her, people that she could hear coming even now. Terrified by the hoof beats that were coming closer, she shook away her sleepiness and rushed outside.

Everyone in the town was still asleep, and she looked wildly for help.

Everyone was safe in their houses, she thought bitterly.

Except for one.

A young man, aged 18, was ridding a tall and broad looking horse across the slowly awakening London. This young man was not just any an ordinary young man…No, far from it! His name, Mateo De Silva was well known around the city for being a good and honorable man.

He was the much sought after son of Cristiano de Silva and Alyssa De Silva. Cristiano was a Spanish count that had immigrated to England after marrying Alyssa, a Beautiful British countess. Mateo wasn't the only child of the De Silvas… Oh no, he had five sisters varying in age. The youngest was 6 and the oldest almost 17: Amber the oldest, Mercedes, 14, Annabel, 12, Camilla, 9 and finally Agata, 6. He thought a lot about his beautiful sisters as he rode through the quiet morning.

Mateo was riding on his horse on the way to a friend's house when all of a sudden his horse stopped abruptly. There, standing in front of him and his horse, was a girl. Unfortunately, he saw many street urchins such as her everyday; that was the unfortunate things about the poor in London. She was covered from head to toe in dust and ash. Her clothes, black shreds of cloth, barely covered her body. She was actually quite ugly apart from her piercing green eyes; they were the color of emeralds. Her eyes beautiful as they were, were full of water as if she was about to cry.

After looking at the girl for a good two minutes, Mateo heard her say, in a raspy voice barely audible.

'Help me, they're chasing me, please, protect me! And then she collapsed to the floor.

Mateo, stunned by her words, didn't notice a small scroll of paper tumble out of her fingers and into a sewer. Once off his horse, Mateo knelt down on the ground, not really noticing that he was getting mud all over his britches. He checked her pulse and saw that, Thank the Lord, she was breathing.

He looked around for help but no one seemed interested in helping a noble with a street urchin girl. So he picked her up and put her on his horse and instead of continuing his journey he turned his horse around and rode home. The piece of paper lay forgotten.

Well, the next chapter will be in 1st person so we get a deeper insight into our characters' feelings.

This chapter is a tad short; the next ones will be, trust us, much much longer. We'll try to make 2000 words every time, at least.

Please review! We need to know what you guys think!