Sparrow Wayne

Chapter One--Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time...

There was a girl named Sparrow.

Dressed in a uniform that clung to her like her shadow, young Sparrow ran down the hall. Her long raven locks, usually hiding her face from the others like a shield, streamed out behind her like a flag.

Flags called for attention. Sparrow hated attention.

She was young and fair, with crystal-blue eyes and dark hair. A pretty little thing. The appearance envious of any little girl wanting to be a princess.

But Sparrow was no princess.

She was a warrior.

Sparrow rolled out of the way of the sunbeam streaming through the window, sticking to the darkness. The shadows were her ally, invisibility her old friend.

Here she was, nine years old, and she knew far too much about secrets and lies and every sort of weapon no child should even hear whispers of.

Catching her breath, Sparrow ducked behind a column. She looked over her shoulder, a hand on her waist, waiting.

"Caught you, Runt."

Sparrow slowly turned and looked at the face reflected in the polished katana blade aimed at her throat. Blue eyes, a nose, and lips mirroring hers made up the face of Damien, her older twin.

Sparrow took a moment to smirk at Damien's reflection before quickly sidestepping the lethal blade and ducking Damien's slice at her shoulder as she unsheathed her own katana.

"Think again, Demon Child," she couldn't help but grin. She loved outsmarting her brash big brother like this.

"Honoring me by recognizing my position as grandfather's heir  does not make up much of an insult." Damien said, struggling to keep a cool head as Sparrow, soaring like a bird, did a backflip. Landing on a golden bust of the Demon's Head himself, ironically.

"You're no fun," Sparrow muttered, crouching low and running along the narrow alcove above as Damien jumped up to follow her.

Sparrow jumped down, but she landed wrong, and stumbled on the carpet. She fell forward and placed her hand on the ground, twisting it at an awkward angle. Sparrow tumbled to the floor, gasping in pain. Two booted feet landed in front of her, and Damien pointed his sword at her throat once more.

"It's over, Runt." He growled proudly.

Sparrow blushed, cheeks glowing a bright red. A slow clapping noise caught the attention of the twins, and Lady Shiva, their trainer, appeared from the shadows.

"Well done, Damien." She smirked at Sparrow with mock pity.

Sparrow was the extra, the unwanted. She enjoyed the same privileges as Damian, she trained with him, and was allowed the extravagant meals that were forbidden to the lowlier shadows. But she was the weak one. The flaw. Nothing she did was as good as Damian. At least, according to her mother.

She was Sparrow Al Ghul. There are no princesses, no happily ever after for someone like her

Lizard here. So, this is a character/story me and my sisters made up, and I got ideas, so I've kinda taken over and started writing it XD Rar and the others are free to write in it, but it might just be me who's writing this.