This is my first fan fiction so be nice c:
Adventuring can be amazing but dangerous, discovering new places, but being forever in danger.
Plucking a few mountain flowers from the soil, Alese sighed and wiped her forehead. Her hands were hot and tired, and covered in dirt. After she'd harvested a few more ingredients from her garden she proceeded to trail back to her small run down house in the middle of nowhere. She unlocked the door, and sat down next to the fire place, which was obviously not lit. Meeko, a dog her father had found on his travels, was curled up tightly on his mat by the fireplace. Her house was quaint; it had one room upstairs and a fairly chilly cellar. Alese kept all her ingredients, books and most of her food down in the cellar. Upstairs in the main room, she kept a few items for cooking, her beloved bow and arrows, two beds, a small crooked table and a chest. The chest had been her mother's; she'd only opened it once since they left.
When she felt like it, Alese would go hunting; bring back some venison or rabbit to eat. It was the only thing she knew how to do properly. Her mother was an alchemist and her father a hunter. Her father had brought her a bow when she was younger, he always said he'd killed monsters to get it. When she was little she believed him. Her aim was always perfect. If she wanted to hit the heart, she hit it. She'd been around an archer for most of her uneventful life, so she knew all the tricks.
Once her hands were warmed, she stuck a huge chunk of venison onto the spit above the fire, then sprinkled a few pinches of salt over the meat. It was her last chunk of venison. While her meal was cooking, she took her ingredients that she'd collected and started to make a few damage health potions. She shoved the freshly made potions into her already full cupboard and shuffled upstairs to check on her food. The meat was a red/brown color, just right for her tastes.
After 4 slices of delicious venison. Meeko looked up at her, his big brown eyes shone in the candlelight.
"Alright Meeko, here you go." Smiling down at him, she set the remaining venison on the floor and stroked his dirty fur. She'd have to wash him again soon, even though he hated it, poor thing.
She yanked her brunette hair into a knot at the back of her head, and then retired to bed. For a few minutes she lay there staring at the ceiling. She thought of her parents, how they'd left with no explanation. Tears pricked her eyes; did they care about her at all? She'd always promised herself that one day she'd go on adventures in search of her parents, but that was unlikely.