Terra

She does not remember a thing before that day, she opened her eyes, when the throbbing pain in her leg woke her up, it was also a sudden awakening, she gasped deeply, her eyes trying to absorb whatever they could gather to clarify what had happened, but it was useless, as she moved to reach for her leg, she noticed several more parts of her body numb and aching. Her leg hurt the most, she saw a large bruise, bleeding slightly, whatever had hit her had broken through her clothes.

Then she saw, the sky was clear and the air was fresh, it was early morning, the sun was still illuminating everything with a silvery light, she noticed the ground under her was dry, the trees and bushes around her were green, a couple of small flowers grew on a nearby branch, the scent that reached her was strange, it smelled of burning wood, and something else… she turned around to see the source, around here were three bodies, a woman, and two hooded men, one of which had fallen on a bonfire, his leg was burnt on the side.

Still, she could not remember a thing, she did not recognize the woman, the uniforms of the two men meant nothing to her. She stood up, standing on the least bruised leg, looked around, and so no one else, she found a bag with some cured ham, stale hard bread and a slice of cheese, not much farther, she saw a knife, she would have taken it save for the fact that it was stuck in the chest of the other uniformed man. She sat, her bruises did not allow her to move freely. She again looked around, and again she did not see a thing that could help her, nor did she remember anything. The face of the woman was still a mystery to her; she could not even remember her own face. She did notice that she had very similar hair, her stomach jumped when sh e thought that the dead woman could be her mother.

It took some time, she did not know how much, the sun became a bright orb above her, the fresh air was gone, she reached for the woman, she noticed until then the vast pool of blood, absorbed by the earth beneath her, the woman apparently had managed to kill the man next to the fire first, and killed the second one as he too managed to inflict a deep wound on her. That was her theory, the men were dead, and only she was alive.

The day still advanced, no one came near, she was alone in the middle of nowhere, she saw the sword in the burnt-legged man´s hand, it was clean, she took it, took the sheath, it weighted too much for someone so small as her, but she thought it could come in handy. She walked, taking the small amount of food she had, her limping figure entered a nearby woods.

She was lost for two days, she had not slept, and she found no warmth, by the morning of the third day, when the light was still silvery, she reached a small town, she was helped by the people in the town, taken in by a family, but many distrusted the sword she carried, it was, she was told, from Ravnica, and only people of Ravnica wear them, none in the Island of Saltadilla  would accept it, as much as she tried to trade it for food, shelter, or whatever they would give her.

She recovered after some days, her story was short, she agreed to go hunting with the men of the house that had sheltered her, they offered to teach her how to gain a small sustenance. She found out hunting rabbits was easy, they provided her with food, and some leather, and she could always exchange a couple of them for something else, fruit, vegetables, she also learnt to grow some, it all seemed nice enough at first, but then came the wolves, they charged against the town, ate some chickens, and killed a couple of dogs. Had the family that adopted her not been among the first ones to react, it might have gone very differently. She ran out following the man, carrying a bow and arrows, she was unable to catch up, the man and his son ran after a couple of wolves, she was let alone, and then, both men turned after making sure the wolves had gone away, then saw another wolf jump towards her, she was extremely scared.

The next morning she was awake, next to a dead wolf, the door to the house of the man shut to her, and the whole town acting strangely towards her, she started roaming the streets after no one would accept her within their house, she eventually decided to live outside the town, since she could only hunt in the forest, and she had little to no interaction with anyone in town already. She found an old abandoned shack,  the people of the town rarely walked by it, she stayed there.
As she had very little to do when she had her needs satisfied, she started tdoodling with a a small iron chisel she foudn in the shack, she dropped it in a moment of distraction, it hit her foot, she jumped and sweared, her fury directed at the iron bar, she pointed at it, and then came, out of the tip of her finger, a blast of acid, it hit the bar, it melted, she was amazed.
She ran outside, gathered a handful of rocks, and tried to repeat it, she ws able to shoot two more after a handful of tries, she had it in her, it came almost by instinct, she had never thought she coudl do it, but it semed to come easily to her.

A handful of years passed, she survived off the land, making some small deals once in a while to get whatever the land would not give her, a knife here, some clothes, until a day came when she wanted to sell a handful of rabbits, she walked into the town, found it torn, raided by a strange group. She decided to try luck, since the town would delay recovering. And she did not have any good reason to remain there, she started her way to the larger Townsville.