You want me?

I was Only 9

It's been three years since I awoke in that field with a cut on my head and a sore shoulder. I didn't really remember what I had done to get myself into that field or where I was. The only thing I rally remembered was my name and images of a burning building. Anything more than that was fuzzy at best and made my head hurt just thinking about it. Even so when I looked around I found a few weapons and some herbs.

They looked familiar and felt like they were mine so I took everything with me. It took about a week for me to come to the realization I was being hunted and followed. So I trained myself to climb and jump from the trees swiftly, even trained to fight with the weapons I'd had. Trading with a few people I came upon the roads. I quickly put a stop to that when a caravan was attacked, I was six at the time. The age seemed right anyway, though from what I was told I shouldn't be alone. That I was to young.

It didn't stop me though, I still tried my hardest and was quite nimble half a year into my seventh age. but when I turned eight my hair had grown down to the middle of my back. I contemplated cutting it several times. The red and orange coloring changing out every few inches or so. I'd had it tied back into a bun with a leather piece most of the time with my hood covering over it. Soon enough though I had to trade for a new one with a longer top to cover my eyes. Making my old hood into a pair of gloves, getting the feeling they were important to me.

That was until the day I lost my first battle with some hired thugs, I normally tried to evade groups like this but they were persistent. My small body didn't even put up much of a fight only managing to take down one of the eight men chasing me. When I woke I was in a dark cell chained to a wall, my hair in knots loose around my face. I shivered as I was in tattered clothes that barely covered my small body, or hung to loosely around the top.

Then a man came in and introduced himself, "I'm Lord Yukemria, it's lovely to see your sweet face again (Y/n). I trust your brother will be looking for you?" I had no idea what this man was talking about so I remained silent. "Not willing to speak, what happened to your proper manners they taught you at the castle? I suppose the three years you spent in that forest must have changed you. We will just have to fix that won't we, then you can stand by my side like the doll you are."

I growled at him moving to stand before he cracked a whip at my feet. I jumped away startled and looked up with a cold glare. He would not brake me, no one would break me. "I don't know who you are or what you want, but you will get nothing more than this out of me." I said spitefully before spitting on his shoes. Sure I was scared like the dickens but I wouldn't let him know that.

"You don't remember me, such a shame. Even so it would be a shame to ruin that pretty face of yours with the scars that are going to mark your body. Play nice and you won't get hurt to badly." I hissed as he brought a hand down to slap my face, spending an unknown amount of time down in this cell chained to that wall. He was true to his word, the pain he inflicted on my small body that continued to decrease in size as the time passed. Until the night I was finally set free from that prison. Someone had broken into the cells to rescue one of their buddies coming across my cell first. I couldn't move or even scream at this point. That man having carved a heated blade into my chest. They were nice enough to take me with them, and watched over me as I healed.

Even so after I had fully healed, the small stick I was left a note on the bed and escaped. I wanted to protect myself, so I ran away. I didn't know if this was all just a plot to get what that man wanted or not, but I wasn't going to stick around to find out. After daily training to regain my strength I bought new clothes and weapons. I even cut off my hair deciding I didn't want to be recognized as easily. I had to grow up fast, and I learned to distrust anyone. Most of them seeming to want to sell me off or keep me like a doll.