Played by: Ashlee Nelson
Known Skills: None
Birthplace: I don’t remember, but it was very far from here.
Appearance: Short with brown hair and hazel eyes
Notable Traits: I’m short, feisty, and adorable
When I was a little girl, my family and I came over on a big boat. I was about 4 at the time, so I don’t remember much. Honestly, I only remember people being sick all the time. It could have been either from the swaying of the boat or the food that didn’t always seem to taste quite right—either way, there was a lot of sickness. After we got off the boat, we found a place to settle down and made a town with some of the other families we met on the boat.
For the first few years after that, every day was hard work getting chores and other things done in order for the village we created to run smoothly. Soon, though, we began to thrive. There was a good mixture of healers and warriors in our village along with some magi and others with different skills needed for a village to survive. Some of the adults with more desirable or necessary skills taught the children their trades so their skills and knowledge could be passed on for generations to come. Every child was required to learn at least one trade. Since my mother and father were both teachers of their trades, I wanted to follow in their footsteps. Mother taught me how to heal people until I was old enough to train with my father and brothers. Once I was old enough, Father made me practice swordplay every day, even when I didn’t want to. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy practicing my swordsmanship; it was just that Father was a strict teacher. Once I started sword training, I wasn’t allowed to practice healing at all—unless my father and brothers went out hunting. This, unfortunately, didn’t happen as often as I would have liked because the teachers in the village didn’t go out on hunting parties as often as the other adults in the village. Their skills as teachers were too valuable to risk them getting harmed on hunting trips. My training continued in the same way for many years, until eventually I was required to go on hunting parties along with the others.
When I was 15, I was out with a hunting party, but Father and my brothers stayed behind. We were a long way away from the village when we looked to the sky to figure out how much daylight we had left. There was smoke in the sky. After a quick check against the sun and what faint stars we could see, we realized the smoke was coming from the direction of our village. As one, we started to run. As we neared the village, we could hear people screaming and see the flickering light of flames licking the sky. When the hunting party and I finally arrive, nothing was left. The houses were burned to ruins, the villagers were dead, and as we stood there looking at all of the destruction, ashes from the sky fell down and coated everything in a thick layer of gray.
The eight of us that were left mourned for the rest of the day. The days that followed we stayed long enough to gather anything salvageable, say our goodbyes, and bury our dead. We set out together to find a new home. Eventually, some of us drifted off in search of revenge against the ones who destroyed our village and our lives. Others stayed in settlements we found along the way. I have given up trying to find those who destroyed my village. Instead, I’m fighting so no one will ever go through the pain I went through.