A/N: This is my first posted Fanfic so I'm going to need to know what you guys think before I put up the next chapter. Now this one was written in a person of my own creations perspective. Don't worry everything may be revealed in the next chapter.

There were boxes and boxes of my mother's things in my room. So much that I could barely walk. I drifted to the purple window seat and looked out at Sherwood Forest. It wasn't the real Sherwood of course because I lived in America, but I liked to think that maybe, just maybe, Robin Hood walked the barely there pathways, most of which were created by me.

We were holding a service for my mother because nobody knew where her body was. The police called and told us she was dead but not where to find her grave. It had taken a year for them to track me down. Her stuff, clothes I had never seen her wear, furniture that must have been in storage for twenty years and endless amounts of books, cluttered my room. Mom had in fact arranged for it all to be sent before she died. Letters attached to parcels from aunts uncles and cousins I never knew I had flooded in. The items ranged from jewellery to a huge four poster bed with red hangings. One cousin by the name of Marion sent me a design that my mother drew of how she wanted my room to look. The picture was based on my room at my dad's the right shape and it had everything in the right places but the wrong color scheme.

My dad was supervising that. My room would soon be painted red with one black wall and a black ceiling. The furniture was all made of ebony and red velvet with gold finishes. When it was done it would look medieval.

In my opinion the best things she had sent me were a long red leather jacket, a pair of dark flared jeans, red leather gloves, a pair of red go-go boots, a silver locket engraved 'Wish upon a star' with a star inside and a pair of earrings. The earrings were drop earrings, silver, of course, in the shape of a teardrop with patterns on the inside. They were beautiful.

There was a knock at my door. My stepbrother Luke walked in. "Ugh! What the hell do you want?"

"The service is about to start." Luke's voice was quiet, not the usual sneer at me.

Slowly walking down the stairs in my mom's old clothes was unbearable. Photos of her were on almost every available surface. I couldn't stand it. I ran down the rest of the stairs, dodged my dad's hands and flew out the front door.

Not even stopping to saddle up Mar, I climbed on to her dappled grey back and laced my fingers through her cream colored mane. Gently digging in my heels she began to gallop towards Sherwood Forest.

Mar stayed close after I slid off her back to sit under an oak tree. She wandered a little but never went far. I pushed my arms into the tree trunk and my face into my arms. The bark scraped my skin but I didn't feel any pain. I just cried. I didn't know how long it had been before I stopped but I stopped because of a loud cracking sound from above me.

A/N: Yes another one. Please review and tell me what you honestly think. I have to leave you with a couple of unanswered questions. Who is the girl whose point of view (POV) this chapter is in? Why did she name her horse Mar? What cracked above her? And when will our favourite hero (Robin of Loxley for those of you who don't know) come in to my story? Answers… All will be revealed in the next chapters.