The Lost (on hold)

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Prologue

As I set my eyes on the only deer I've seen in years, grazing on the fresh green grass. I aim my bow from the tree branch I rest on.

Suddenly the deer looks up in the opposite direction and dashes off. I look up and see a man in armor riding a horse walking my way. Storming with rage, I jump off my branch and land right in front of the horse.

The man stops the horse in utter shock. Looking at me with wide eyes. "Remove your hood," the man says in a loud and demanding voice. When I didn't do as he asked he repeats, "Take off your hood."

I look up though my dark cloak and find him pointing a sword at me. I notice an unusual shine on his armor. Seeing the crest that I've only seen in the books I've read on my spare time.

"Now, why would a knight as your self be wondering the woods alone," I say, grinning. He looks taken aback from the sound of my voice, not thinking I would be a woman.

He looks as if he wants to say something but is cut short when another mans voice speaks."He's not alone," I turn around to be face to face with the end of a gun barrel.