Vessa

Intro "PLEASE DON'T, MOM! DAD!" She knew then that they didn't care, smiling like devils as they counted the coin in the bag as they sold their precious little girl. Now she understood what that word really ment, she wasn't their child... She was a investment. Sold off, to a cruel Nobel years passed as she listlessly preformed everything asked of her, sinking in a deep depression often disassociating from the world with a blank stare. Broken. Alone. With dwindling hope. The only good memory, a boy she used to know and play with, he was kind and gentle as the memory of their games of tag kept her sane. What happened to him? Her life was a endless series of phrases. "Yes sir" "No sir" "Please stop sir" Her body a tapestry of old and new bruises. One night everything came to a head. Her master a portly noble in a particularly foul mood downed his third bottle of wine became agressive and unruly. Not this time, she knew what was coming and she was prepared as the Nobel raised his arm she struck forward with the dagger she kept tucked in her clothing, stolen earlier that day. It was quick, as the deed was done. "What have I done?" Panic strickens her as she just killed a Cornelian Nobel people will come looking when they find what she did. She knew she couldn't stay in a blind panic she ran during the night and day. And night. And day. Legs ached, the soles of her feet, cracked and bleeding her chest burned like frozen fire, lungs exhausted, she kept her eyes locked on the largest body of water she has ever seen, a thriving village next to a large port on the coast. The Meridian.