As we sat around the camp fire I listened to the stories the group was telling.
They spoke of what had happened on their journey and how they had another member of their team who left them a few years ago.
I snickered in my head and continued to listen.
"So what's your story?" Elizabeth asked me.
"Well do you want the story of why I'm here or my life story? Cause both are a little sad." I told her.
"Your life story. None of us actually trust you so that might make a difference." Ren said from his spot across from me.
"Very well... I guess I'll start from the beginning..."
A child lay in bed awake. You could see the tear tracks going down her face due to her crying from a nightmare she had awoken from.
She was little... maybe about one or two. You could tell her family wasn't well off as she lay in a worn out bed with clothes that looked to be a few sizes to big. Her shirt lay sprawled around her and her pants were tied to keep them from falling off when she walked.
Yet that wasn't what drew people to look at her.
What drew them to look at her was the determined look and walk she had throughout every day even though she was so young.
People often questioned how someone with such determination could live in such a small body. But the girl payed no mind to them.
The small girl would walk the same path every day. She would leave her worn out house early every morning and return late in the evening.
People questioned what she did in that time but no one ever got answers and as she grew up she spent more time away.
Then one day she came home with a box full of money and when she was asked where she got it she never gave an answer.
She gave the money to her parents who built a small cafe. The cafe brought the family income and eventually a friend of hers found out where she got the money.
"You really got the money by helping an old man do simple chores?" Her friend would ask.
"Chores would be a simple way to describe it but yes. That is how I got the money." Was her reply.
Then as time went on people started disappearing and the girl came home with many cuts and bruises. People questioned her more and more but she never gave answers.
Then, one day she came home with a bullet wound. Her mother began to panic and when she got asked what happened all she would say was,
"I did what was right when there was something wrong. Just as I have been doing for the past few years. I've protected those who need to be protected. I may be young but I've been taught how to fight and how to live independently. This time I wasn't enough against a bullet... I still own though."
After that she was never questioned by her family.
Years passed and she grew into a teenager. She was 15 years old and had nothing to do so she just walked. She walked wherever her legs took her.
Eventually she started walking passed the castle. Her eyes scanned the building and she wondered what it would be like to be oblivious of what happened in the real world.
After a moment of thinking she continued on her way until she reached an opening in the gate. When she looked in she saw a boy around her age training with what looked to be a sword.
As she looked closer she noticed a mark on his arm... When she got a good look at it she gasped in shock and ran, for the mark that matched her's sat on the bicep of the prince.
That was where I stopped. I left out some details like where I was from and some other bits that would give away who I really was.
"Wow." Was all that was said.
We sat in silence for a moment until Noah broke it.
"Well it's getting late... let's head to bed." He said.
Then he headed to his tent.
It only took a moment for everyone else to move to their tents and for me to stay by the fire side.
As night fell and people slept I lay awake wondering what was going to happen tomorrow... and how I was going to lead these people away from what I had grown to call my home.
