It had been an ordinary day. Her parents were inside the cottage while she was hanging upside down from the tree outside their house clutching her bow with her arrows strapped to her back in her father's spare quiver.
Was she supposed to be outside?
No.
Did her parents have to know?
Absolutely not.
Then she heard footsteps. A deep growling voice. She didn't understand it.
She flipped herself up the right way round and looked at them. Orcs. Great big towering monsters thought to be lost to history. She was stuck. One wrong move and she'd be dead.
Before she could work her plan out the leader of the pack walked over to her family's house his footsteps shaking the ground and dragged her family out. Her mother, her father and her best friend.
The memories still haunt her to this day.
All at the age of 8 the only thing she had left were her father's rucksack,his longbow and spare arrows and her mother's two ridiculously dangerous short swords she used for cooking.
She started wandering. Alone.
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Dungeons and Dragons: The Young Traveller
FantasyAfter a horrible attack, a young wanderer travels the world, finds friends, enemies and adventures. This story is written by my friend Penners but as she doesn't have Wattpad she has asked me to upload her story to my account, so no credit goes to m...
