I have....... decided to write a story ! Now im no jk rowling but i just wanted to write this down somewhere so here it is ! 
( cant think of a name lol ) chapter 1
Aneesa sat perched in the tree serveying the area. A pack of knives were strapped to her belt and her sword lay in its scabbard,
As it had done for the last what, 3 hours ? Aneesa's legs were numb and she was tired. She was about to jumb down from the branch she was precariously dangling on, when she heard it, the distant clopping of hooves.
She slowly took a knife from her belt, a cruel metal one with a curved blade- her favorite- And perpared to throw. The horses drew closer, Aneesa could now see the two horses wounded and malnourished, one black one brown, pulling a hefty wagon filled with sacks of flour, perfect.
A middle aged man with a long curved nose sat perched on the lid of the wagon whipping the horses to get a move on. The brown horse reared up and neighed, the rope connecting his bridle to the wagon straining.
The man cursed and looked around wildy almost like a mouse being hunted. Perhaps he had heard of the terrible spirits who supposedly stalked the area, or even the merciless Aneesa Blamania and her knives sharper, than the most fearsome swords with her- TWANG Aneesa came crashing back to reality to see an arrow pinning the mans whip to a tree.
In seconds Aneesa had thrown her knife, severing the rope that connected the horses to the wagon. They bolted screeching. Aneesa jumped down exactly at the same time as Olma, her companion. Aneesa left Olma to retrieve her arrow and take out the man, while she stalked the horses.
The black one had collapsed, its eyes bulging with red sores all down its side. She put it out of its misery with a knife to the neck. Aneesa understood why Olma hated this job but it had to be done.
Once Olma tried to keep one of the horses they pounced upon, she named it Skylight, but one especialy cold winter, they had ran out of food a while back and Aneesa knew what had to be done.
She told Olma that Skylight had gone to a beautiful meadow that was covered with daisys and buttercups, Olma cried but got over it. After all it was hard to feel sad on a full stomach. Aneesa stalked the brown horse through miles of forest, ducking low hanging branches and running as silent as the wind. But soon she came to a stop.
The horse had made it all the way back to the city, Aneesa daren't go any further. She was a wanted criminal inside those walls and anyhow, that horse would be looked after properly now. She made her way back to where Olma stood clutching around a dozen bags of flour, the man and the cart were gone. Only when Aneesa drew closer she saw Olmas precious bow laying on the ground snapped......
So uhm thats it !
If you liked that let me know if there isnt much interest
