PikaTheWolf

She was born in the Northern lands of Ceru into a family that were blacksmiths, along with her brother, Harry. When she was nine years old, her father was summoned to fight for the Chief's band of warriors to defend her clan. While her father was defending, her mother had gotten word of her father's death and as of their Cheif. Her mother went to her brother, and told him to run with his sister. The brother did what his mother had told him, and ran with his sister. He ran to the top of the farthest hill away from clan's village, his sister’s arm in hand. Her eyes burned from the smoke and tears slid down her face to ease it. Her brother was crying, and she held his hand tightly, still confused of what was happening. Her brother turned around and ran with her, stumbling along the way. They both reached a harbor with a ship in it. Both of them approached the ship and clambered inside, picking up the oars and rowed away. She passed out on the way to somewhere, hungry and tired. One day, she awoke in a village, in a home. She listened to the voice of her brother and another speaking, her ears straining to listen. Once it ended, both siblings explored and decided to stay, and became members of this clan. They had started anew, and could get away from what happened that day.