The Mercenary Snow Elf

**edited** Mercenary Snow Elf

**Let me introduce you to one of a group of 7. 7 people who are to save the world or forever change it.

Nenan Renamar is a mercenary snow elf. She has been betrayed by the group she thought of as family, she's tired of her life and either wants it to end or to have one last job to set her up for life. When a chance meeting of 6 others that throws everything off. Will she become the person that she believes she is or will she be forever changed.**

I am tired. The sun was beginning to set and I have earned nothing for my day's work, though I'd been working since before dawn. It had been a hell of a work day all round: I had let a group of bandits get away from me at the morning's markets, and hadn't managed to trap anything. My back is on fire from carrying my weapons and supplies in a bag slung over my shoulder, and the worn scars upon my face are stinging from being knocked by the bandits' sword hilts. Though I'm not entirely devout, I found myself praying to the Gods for some better luck as I trod through the wet leaves and the frozen forest undergrowth, the cold evening air stinging my lungs and the cause of my heavy breaths. Just one last chance to secure myself the life I long for, no more hunting to survive, killing to make money. NO MORE. Yet the voices I hear and my desire for revenge pushes me on and lead me to the life I live, always "alone" with my other souls. People think I'm crazy as I talk to myself from time to time, but it's them I talk to. The ones no one can see, or hear but me. No one wants to get close to the Snow elf mercenary who talks to herself, well good because as far as I have seen people are shit even to the ones they "love". If I die cold and alone the better off I'd be, and yet the second half of me pushes me on for what I know not.