Born to parents no one would remember, raised by nobody in the places no one cares to know. A lonely childhood among the forgotten places in even the smallest of towns affords a great deal of freedom. The unclaimed and wild lands outside were her playground and as she grew it became her life blood. Small traps fashioned out of what Nature gives free of charge proves a meal and if lucky a pelt or two to sell in the market. With time and patience she managed herself a bow.

Despite her quiet and not so memorable life she was a happy sort. The few who have noted her would mention a time when she would laugh and sing among the fields and by a shared fire. But on the day that she had named her birthday of her 18th year (when one has no knowledge of when they were brought into this world, it is easier just to guess) she fell mute. The simple doctors who would see her could not find anything amiss. To this, her 24th year, she still does not know why.

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