A story about a woman living on the wild side of life. Set in the 14th century.
Also, tell me if you want more.. because I'm not too sure. I don't see myself as a very good writer :s
She had nearly pulled herself up, it was an old building and crumbling at the touch,
I could have chosen somewhere safer to climb
Missy smiled to her self.
Finally after a struggle she had managed to climb on top of the castle. She immediately flopped down, exhausted, she was at least 40 metres above the ground..she lay there, resting for awhile; running the tiny fragments of rock through her fingers. She sat up slowly, taking in the view: the never ending forests with the conifer trees but she especially loved the Rowan trees . The miniature "mountains" which make this place more magical.. The small stream that you could just about see, if you squinted hard enough. The stream ran through the forest, splitting up like tree roots.
Missy exhaled slowly; she really was in love with the kiedler forest.
Missy's real name was Artemis, but she preferred Missy because Artemis was her mother's name. She didn't want to think about that. Missy ran her hands through her abnormally long, dark brown (almost black) straggly hair. She didn't know where to go from here, she had her elder tree bow by her side; it was her brother's. she had stolen it when she decided to run away from that tiny prison, most people call home.. she was only 16 at the time... She also had the giant piece of silk she had stolen from Frederick of Bewshaw; a ghastly little old man, in her opinion. Thinks so highly of himself, and gets too much respect for sitting about on his large derrière ordering people about. So with her bow and her arrows on her torso, and the fine piece of cloth held high above her head, she ran.