K, well this is a story I started. It's kinda different, but bare with me. This is the Prologue and the very, very beginning of chapter one. It's only the first draft so it isn't that great.


Prologue: In the Company of Men

Serenity Blackraven had known nothing but the life of a rouge. She had no memory of her parents. She had never slept a house, unless you count the occasional tavern and even less occasional Gypsy caravan. She had never worn a dress, heeled shoes, or cooked inside. However, she was raised by her two brothers. She could wield a sword and punch as good as any man. She could ride astride a horse, shoot a bow, sleep in the woods and hunt. At the age of 17, Serena knew nothing but the company of men.


Chapter One:

Rain was pouring down the night a group of seven entered the small village of Talitan. The one who led the group was tall and rode a big black stallion. Two loosely flanked him. Behind them was one of smaller stature with a bow strung across the saddle. Behind that one, was a taller man supporting and apparently wounded man against his chest. The wounded man was deathly pale with dripping wet steal grey hair. they stopped at the first tavern they found. They dismounted, the smallest helping the wounded one, who was breathing heavily, from the saddle. Three of them took the horses to the stables and the other four splashed through the mud and into the tavern...

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I was Nymphadora Tonks