I was very young when i decided to leave my horrible town and village, when i was only 15.
For almost all of the years in my life i spent slaving away for my family and even my twin sister that they loved so much more than me.
Eventually, their treatment had taken me to my breaking point and eventually I decided I am done with this family and this village. So i took what I could and left to the forest not caring who saw me or who tried to stop me.
I didn't think it through correctly i was out there for what felt like forever.
Running through the forest, climbing the mountains, and avoiding as much death as I could. Though, when I climbed over one mountain I finally found my refuge. The hidden village, the supposed myth that no one believed ever happened and called the ones crazy if they did.
It was a welcoming village with lovely people and even some special ones with magical gifts that saved me.
This was now my home.