The Green Wolf Warrior

Chapter 1: From the Dirt!

"Get back here!" A group of  men dressed in silver armor push through a crowd in the middle of a market. The sound of random people both annoyed and surprised by the guards pushing through covers up the voices of the guards calling out.
Ahead in the crowd is a young girl with long red hair running and looking back every so often with a big smile upon her face. She quickly covers her head with her green torn up cloak and dips behind a bread stall. The guards run past still thinking they were behind her as she slowly slinks backwards into the darkness clutching a bag to her chest.
Once she fully is in the dark of the alley way she slowly turns around and ends up running face first into a tall broad chested man. She pauses for a second before she slowly looks up to see his face. Her eyes only get to his chiseled square jaw before he quickly wraps his arms around her pushing her face into his broad chest and ducking down against the wall. A few guards run past the alley.

"Nania, it is important that you stay true to yourself." His low voice vibrating against the side of her head. She tries to look up at this mysterious mans face but he places one hand upon the top of her head forcing her to keep her eyes down. Once the guards are gone and everything is safe again. The mysterious man speaks again as his arms around Nania's body tighten as if he is saying goodbye.
"Nania, I need you to listen to me as what I have to say is important to your survival." He lowers his head to whisper in her ears. His breath hot against her cheek as her face flushes red. His words sending a chill down her spine as she closes her eyes.
Suddenly her eyes widen once he is done telling her his secret. His grip on her loosens as she quickly turns around to look at him but before she knew it, he was gone. She looks around trying to see if she could find out where he went but there isnt even any traces of him being there at all.

*Warning the rest of this Chapter has scenes of Abuse and Violence *

Not long later Nania slowly walks through the back alleys checking left and right to make sure she is not being followed and she reaches a broken home on the edge of the town. Outside is a fancy carriage, it confused Nania as she had only seen something this fancy closer to the castle. Even before reaching the front door she can hear her father screaming inside.
"Where is that good for nothing tramp?!" He yells as Nania walks through the door. He turns to look at her and within seconds a wicked smile forms on his face.
"Oh! Here is your future bride my lord!" Nania's father, an older gentleman with dirty red and silver hair and sunken in cheek bones smiles as he motions to present Nania to a very regal looking man. Once the man stands up Nania instantly notices who he is.
"Oh! I am sorry My lord. I did not know you would be gracing us with your presence." She slightly bows her head a bit and then looks up at him through her hair. The Duke gets up and walks towards her. He grabs onto her chin and forces her to look up at him. He then turns her head to the side and looks around her face. He stops when he notices a visible bruise on her neck where her neck meets her shoulders. He looks at Nania's father very disappointed.
"I guess I will have to make one of her future hand maidens figure out how to cover these marks." He gave Nania's father a look of true disgust.
Nania looks over to her father and behind him she can see one of the Dukes men handing her mother a very large coin purse.
"Wait?! You sold me?" Nania screams pushing past the Duke and getting into her fathers face. He raises his hand and slaps her face so hard she is sent to the ground.
"You will NOT talk to me like that you trash wench! You are no daughter of mine anymore, you belong to the Duke now!" He spits on her and then walks back and stands next to his wife. Nania turns her head looking at the man she use to call father through her hair. She was enraged that he even thought of doing something like this. She had been nothing but a good daughter, she brought them food and supplies whenever they asked.
The Duke walked over to Nania and grabbed her chin pulling her up to her feet. His silver hair shined in the sunlight that peeked through the cracks in the wall. His wrinkled skin with clear signs of makeup on his cheeks to obviously hide his age glistened.
"Yes, you are going to make a great concubine! You will birth me so many wonderful heirs!" The corner of his mouth curls slowly as his smile moves slowly across his face. He looks into her eyes and takes in all of her flawless elf features. Her deep ocean blue eyes start to shake in fear at the idea of constantly being beneath this grotesque man every day.
Nania tries to pry her face away from his grasp but his finger nails start to dig into her chin. She grinds her teeth and inhales sharply from the pain.
"Alright, put her in the carriage I need to finish this transaction and then we will head back." The duke throws her to the side and turns his back to her. Nania sneers and tries to get up real quick to attempt to strike the duke in the back of the head before three of his men grab her by the arms and drag her out of the house. She kicks and screams as they start to attach chains onto her wrists and then throw her into the ornate carriage. Nania slams her hands against the window of the carriage door as the dukes men just stand in front with their backs to her.