Hood

"Seek," they commanded, dropping the leashes. The night-stalkers shot forward and I turned on my heel and fled, cloak whipping out behind me. I dodged around the startled tapkeeper and sprinted for the back door. The howls screamed after me as I flung open the door and sprinted blindly into a solid chest.
I fell back into a fighting stance, dagger appearing in my hands. "Move," I snarled.
He crossed his arms and smirked. "You're head is worth a lot, girl."
I twisted around him, but his hand reached out a hand and snagged my cloak. I growled and snaked an arm around his neck, vaulting over his shoulders. He gagged and stumbled off-balance, right onto my dagger, the blade slipping between his ribs.
I held him upright in a lover's embrace as his eyes clouded. He slumped to the ground.
"Who are you?" he choked out, a bright smear of blood bubbling past his lips.
I bowed low with a wicked grin.
"The name's Robyn. Robyn Hood."
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In Asanara, the realm of magic, the Elite are blessed with unfathomable powers granted to them by the gods. However, those unfortunate enough to be born without are doomed to an existence of servanthood.

Robyn has dedicated her young life to taking from the rich and giving to the poor, but now she has discovered a way to take the powers abused by the Elite and bestow them upon the lower castes. Now the king of Asanara is after her head, the nobles whom she slighted are calling for blood, and a dark force is gathering on the horizon, ready to snuff out any and all traces of magic that remains in the realm. . .