Roses and Thorns

Sorry its been so long, but here is the first part , and sorry for the weird writing style =)

("Anna's" P.O.V)

Twigs snapped beneath my feet, jagged limbs of branches grabbing out at my arms.

Heavy breathing fills my ears,

Shadows impairing my vision as I run blindly through the woods.

Turning the corner, I see the-

Bang.

I had had the nightmares for as long as I could remember, almost every night the same dream, running barefoot through the woods in the dark, turning the corner and seeing- nothing. Absolutely nothing. Little did I know that those dreams would change my life.

Forever.

Okay I know it sounds cliché, but it is true. My life could have been so different, and here, is the story of why.

My name is-

Well it used to be Anna, and I had one of the best friends ever to have existed. We were, more than friends, we were sisters.

We grew up together, played together, cried together & eventually lived together. People couldn't believe we were friends, the baker's daughter with the fostered misfit. But, somehow we just found each other, and we became almost soul mates

Her name was Leah.

It wasn't just us; we had another friend, Daniel. He was the most handsome man in the village, with dappled blonde hair and bright brown eyes. We met him in the woods sweetly tending to a wounded robin, his kindness & compassion reaching out towards us.

From that day onwards, all three of us became the best of friends. I can still remember us linking pinkies, promising to be best friends for ever and ever. Little did we know how wrong we were.

One day, we were walking through the woods when we found an abandoned woodcutter's cottage, with a holed thatched roof, a miniature mill, all built into an ancient oak tree.

The place was practically falling apart by the second, so we decided to fix it up. It seemed like fate; Leah & I needed somewhere to live after an incident in the village, but that wasn't important.

What was important, that we had something better than an entire village. We had a home, where we could be ourselves.

For the moment.

(Unknown P.O.V)-Past

Stepping quietly along the fallen leaves, I glance around carefully at my surroundings. "Where is it", I think impatiently as I stalk through the forest, silence practically echoing through the air.

Suddenly, I hear a gentle snapping of branches coming from a few feet east of my position. Looking up, I smile wickedly, my prey within my grasp. A young doe lightly grazing right in front of me, naively unaware of the close by danger.

Quietly, I reach for the crossbow, load it, and aim it towards the target. The arrow narrowly missed the target, and the doe ran away in fright.

Impatiently, I began to run after the doe, thundering through the forest.

Looking round, I realise I am completely lost. It does not help, that I fail to see the ominous tree branch about to become entangled with my foot.

Falling, the last thing I can remember is-

(Normal P.O.V)-Past

The hooded figure of Anna walked through the forest, carrying a basket full of nuts and berries, her thoughts anxiously wondering if Leah was alright after finding out about her father. It wasn't every day that someone's papa went missing from their very own home. She had been full of guilt ever since she left home to come & live with her, Anna was worried that she was going to run into a fairy ring purely out of sheer madness.

"That reminds me", she thought, gingerly watching where she was stepping and avoiding any circles of mushrooms. Instead, she looked down and saw a gloved hand amongst the ferns.

Stifling a scream, Anna carefully put down her basket, stepped over to the hand , took hold of it, and gently pulled.

CLIFFHANGER! Please don't be mad, I will try to update as soon as possible. Thank you for all of the great reviews.

In response to savannah, I was thinking of doing Gothel for the third or fourth story.