I'm not really going to do chapters, just a long story.

The girl moved quickly through the crowd, her tattered robes billowing behind her. One hand clutched a wooden wand hidden under her clothes, and the other was wrapped tightly around a book. A book with a deep mahogany cover, and no ti
tle. A book the girl prized more than even her wand.

A book that would save her life.

The girl turned right into a alleyway. It was a dead end, but the girl didn't seem to notice. She walked straight up to the dumpster at the end of the alley and glanced around her shoulder to make sure she wasn't being watched. "Bamba." she whispered. It sounded like she was talking to herself, but a second later a grey tabby stalked out of the shadows. Bamba leaped up on top of a trash can and stared intently at the girl. "About time." he said.

The girl scowled. "Yeah, about time, I had to get through about a dozen traps." she said. Bamba rolled his eyes. "Can we just look at it?"  he asked, annoyed. The girl started to spread open the book on the trash can lid, but then Bamba's ear twitched, and he said "Look out! Not here! Not here!"  and a second later the girl heard it too; the wailings of a police siren. She followed the cat into the shadows behind the dumpster. "That was a close call." she muttered as the police car sped past. "I'm a cat, Lynn, and without me you'd be a goner."

For the girl's name was Lynn, and they lauged quietly as they slowly made their way out of the alley and back into the city streets of London. 

Lynn glanced around her, knowing that even the most unsuspicious people could be one of the Scythes. The Scythes were wizards with razor sharp bat wings, that they could make disappear and reappear at will, and once an angry one cornered you, there was no escape. The only thing that kept Lynn from hiding in terror was the fact that her parents, taken captive by the Scythes, were still alive. But if she went in their hideout with no idea what to do, she would definetey perish. That's why she had the Book.

She felt under her robe, to where the book was resting in an inside pocket. Still there, next to her wand. Good. They stopped at the corner of a busy street, waiting for the crosswalk to open. They stood next to and old man with a suit and cane. He seemed not to be dangerous, but Lynn and Bamba still remained tense.