Hey Guys some one was talking about writing the first chapter of a story so here is mine um...yea and this is leslie if you don't know

Chapter 1 of some story cant think of title

Vira galloped through the forest that was thick with snow. Little flurries of snow still fell lazily from the tree tops mixing with the early morning light and little bits of green from evergreen trees. She came upon a small clearing and stopped to soak up the beauty of the sunrise and to study her surroundings. She looked over her shoulder with this uncontrollable feeling that there was someone following her but shrugged it off when she saw no one. Where was she, she wondered. Her eyes scanned the clearing around the wine red scarf covering all but her eyes protecting her face from the cold. She looks around taking everything in with eyes of green like the trees surrounding the clearing she was in. Her horse Brial fidgeted at the surrounding snow drifts but quieted swiftly from a quick pat from Vira. Then off in the distance she sees a lone rider standing out faintly among the trees. He looks armed and dangerous but peaceful at the same time. His horse is slow, picking its way among the underbrush and around trees in the surrounding forest. She looks on with curious eyes. The rider sees her. He starts foreword just a little faster now. She puts her hand to her sword as he comes closer; she was ready for any potential threat for the kings swords master taught her well. Studying his face she sees kind sharp eyes that are both as gray as the sky before a storm. He has his hand on his hilt too as he stops his horse about a yard away. His face is covered like hers, except he has a gray scarf. His eyes met hers with a searching look and then another look she couldn’t quite catch before they became shadowed. He looked up towards the sky, “Lovely morning for a ride, don’t you think?” She nodded. She couldn’t figure out this odd stranger, “Hello.” He looked at her, “Why hello, how rude of me to skip introductions,” he held out his hand, “My name is Sir William, and yours my…lady is it? I can’t tell with your scarf.” She blushed and made no move to pull off her scarf, just held out her hand to grip his, “My name is Lady Vira.” He smiled and removed his scarf revealing sand colored hair and a mischievous smile. She estimated he was about a year or two older than her, “Finally you say something, I was afraid maybe you couldn’t speak or something.” She laughed a little, “You aren’t the first to believe such a thing.” He smiled. She looked at him curiously, he carried a large pack as if he had been traveling a long hard time or was planning to. He looked at her again, “Are you hungry? I am starving.” She nodded because in truth her stomach was rumbling. She had rushed out leaving no time to grab any sort of food. William looked at the pack on his back, “Of course I have food but I find myself too lazy. I’d rather get it at a local tavern. Would you like to join me?” She nodded. That was one thing she had in abundance, money. Just the word it’s self left a bad taste in her mouth but it was crucial to survival. William turned his mount after trotting a little ways away, “Well, aren’t you coming?” She nodded and trotted her horse next to his. He chatted along about his relatives and asked her easy yes and no questions. She wasn’t paying much attention to him as she studied his mount. He had a beautiful white gelding, majestic and fierce as any stallion but more loyal and gentle. He was rambling on about elves, “They’ve been seen a lot-” “Where did you get such a beautiful horse?” He looked surprised and then smiled, “You are a strait forward little thing aren’t you? Well I got Snow Dancer here when he was born four years ago. My father wanted me to learn to train my own horse by myself so I did.” She smiled, “Wasn’t it a challenge training such a strong willed beast?” William leaned forward and patted Snow Dancer on the neck, “He’s a good horse and a better companion.” Vira nodded, “I can see that.” Then the two continued riding onwards until they broke out into an open field. Across the field was a small town, “The tavern is just there, are you going to join me?” Vira nodded and they both broke into a gallop. With a rush of adrenaline and appreciation of such a beautiful day that can not be put into words, they raced like children. Vira started laughing for the mood had lightened considerably. William was right in front of her and stopped short in front of the tavern followed by a whirlwind of snow. They tied up there horses in an old barn. Probably the only barn in such a small town such as this. They walked in and Vira followed William’s lead of hanging her jacket on a coat rack and then sitting down at a corner table. William bowed, “I shall get a drink for the masked lady.” She laughed; she hadn’t taken off her mask though it was too dangerous. It was when she was sitting alone with her head in her hands when she saw the sword blade slip below her throat. She was just a hair too late to move and now was trapped, “Damn! So who are you and what do you want?!” She heard a chuckle from overhead, “I only want a run away princess who has a pretty penny as a ransom on her head.” She knew there had been some one following her she should of paid attention. She sighed, “So you want to have a waltz with death too?” William approached and started to draw his sword, “Don’t be foolish Sir William. This is probably some duke or something,” She looked up slowly, “So what are you anyway?” She was getting angry. The man chuckled again, “A duke, how could you tell?” Then in a flash she slid away and pulled out her sword, pointing the blade at his neck, “All dukes are horrible swordsmen and I’ve herd have a thing for the romanticism kind of capture.” With a yell the duke leapt towards her, “Don’t mock me you silly princess brat!” Vira slashed and he fell, stunned not killed. William stood stunned, “Who are you really?” She grabbed his sleeve and dragged him towards the door, “Are you coming with me or not?” She flung on her jacket and he grabbed his, “Of coarse I’m coming.” There was a yell behind them as the duke lurched to his feet, “Why you little girl” Both William and Vira ran and jumped on there horses galloping towards the trees, the duke close on their heels