Don't you dare skip over this Author's Note

No one really knows much about Nora's past other than the 24-hour snapshot we have of the day she and Ren met. When they met, Nora was not a day over 8 and eating moldy bread she likely fished out of the garbage. She's in a land where she is not indigenous, wearing funny clothes, and no one had ever seen her before. She wasn't able to defend herself from Grimm and had no weapon.

The ways she could get into this situation are not pretty. One is Human Trafficking, which is $100 billion industry worldwide, and a $32 billion industry within the US. Over half of victims are under 16, and the average age of individuals introduced to sex trafficking is between 10 and 14. This is often due to an abise of authority or they are lured by false promises of the love they are not recriving at home. Stats fluctuate for this one, but 80% (and that's one of the lower stats) of today's trafficking victims and prostitutes were victims of sexual abuse before the age of 18. If you see something fishy, PLEASE call 1(888)373-7888. It will lead you to the Polaris hotline where they will help keep track of it all as well as get in touch with local authorities.

Lastly, if you are looking for graphic descriptions of rape, NO! This is meant to raise awareness, not act as porn.

Her stomach growled like a ravenous Beowulf as a young six-year-old girl trekked another day through the woods. Where could she go? Her home was gone, destroyed by Grimm like so many other villages that lie outside of the kingdoms. She barely survived herself by hiding herself in the ruins of a building that had already been destroyed. She had to keep walking down this battered road that led elsewhere. She was tired, scared, and hungry. Her feet practically bled from nearly 72 hours of walking nonstop, but if she rests, she may as well have offered herself up on a silver platter for Grimm.

There was a guttural growl and a ruffling of leaves before an Ursa appeared in front of her. Small and scared, the six-year-old ran to a tree, her hands becoming splintered in her rush to get away from the monster in front of her. Once she got to a high enough branch, she looked on in horror as the creature circled the tree, waiting for her to come down. She squeezed her eyes shut and hoped for a miracle.

Suddenly there was the hum of an engine and a bright flash of light. The scared child opened her eyes to see the Ursa decapitated by a young man with a navy and gold colored sword. The man looked up into the tree and locked eyes with her upon finding her. "Oh, hey! Why don't you come down here, honey? It's a bit dangerous up there. Just a moment's loss of balance and you could fall." He cooed.

Nervously, the child made her way down. "It's alright. He's a huntsman," she whispered to herself. Nora looked upon the face of her savior. He had olive skintone that glistened with sweat in the moonlight. His eyes were bronze in color. His cobalt hair was in a low ponytail that reached the bottom of his neck and matching blue 5 o'clock shadow that gave him a roguish look. "It's alright, sweetheart. Now, tell me, where are your folks?" He asked her in a voice that seemed sugar sweet but would later made her violently ill every time she remembered it.

A tear welled in her eyes as she remembered her father and mother eviscerated and gored by Grimm as she ran away to find a hiding spot. "Th-they're gone," she practically bawled, hand clenching around her jacket.

"Hey! Hey! Doll, it's okay. You can come with me. You'll be a member of my family. By the way, my name is Adrian. What's yours?" He soothed and offered her his large hand where she put her tiny one.

"Nora."