Sup guys. I'm creating this story cause these two don't get enough love. After reading the highs and lows of Fanfiction, I decided to give it a shot. I don't plan to stop something and leaving it unfinished. Please review and comment on the story as your feedback is important.


"Put the flames out!" Someone shouted.

"Get the women and children away from here!" Another yelled.

"Organize the men, we'll hold them off to give them time!" Father ordered.

Lyn!" My mother screamed.

Lyn bolted upright in her bedroll, panting heavily. She looked around, searching her surroundings frantically, ensuring that she wasn't reliving her suffering of the past within the realm of dreams. Regaining her bearings, she took stock of the minimalist decor of her tent.

The frailing, bear bedroll she slept on. Her satchels containing her supplies: herbs, food, bow and other necessities for nomadic living. Her sword, lay near her while she slept, within arms distance should the need arise during these hostile times. She signed heavily with relief, running her hand through her unknotted hair.

Just a nightmare. Just like the others.

Regaining her composure, Lyn began the unbroken cycle that is her life. Arise, clean up, tend to Valiant her horse, hunt, sleep and repeat. Sure there would breaks in her cycle. Packing up her tent and moving to greener pastures, bartering with traveling caravans or interacting with the sometimes unfriendly, sometimes welcoming but mostly suspicious fellow tribesmen that shared the Sacae plains with her. However, it was usually an endless cycle of directionless existence with a perpetual, suffocating loneliness that greatly plagues her every day. Her tribe was scattered after being raided by bandits, her parents killed during the raid, with her, the chieftain's daughter, unable to unite the tribe under her leadership due to the tribe's patriarchal society. They scoffed, some laughed and others sneered at her attempt to take the position her father held and splintered off into different groups which led to the end of the Lorca tribe.

Only she remained.

After awakening, changing into her Lorca garments, holstering her sword and grabbing her bow. Lyn exited the tent to being her routine. She approached Valiant nearby, her horse as he fed on the lush grass of the plains.

"Good morning," she whispered softly to him with a small smile gracing her features. Valiant simply rose his head in greeting, continuing to chew on grass. Despite the loneliness she felt from the lack of human companionship, she never felt truly alone with Valiant as a company.

"Come now, we must check on the snares and scout the area." She said as she mounted him. With a swish of the simple saddle Valiant wore, they were off to check yesterday's traps. Being born and raised within the plains, she was taught her how to survive off it.

"The plains are abundant with sustenance Lyn, they have provided for Lorca for generations so therefore we must respect it." Were her father's lessons to her during their outings into the plains. Oh, how she wished for those days to return.

The snares proved exceptionally bountiful today. Five traps to four hares. Lyn smiled at her small achievement. It was moments like these that brought her a small amount of joy to her lonely days. Resetting the snares, Lyn continued her routine which was to now scout the area for potential game or danger. Despite the relative peace with the plains, bandits were a problem to tribes that inhabitants it and traveling merchants. Bandits she never faced in person but heard off through others. Their barbarity, cruelty, and disregard for others. Just the thought of them brought her blood to a boil. Lyn's thoughts were cut off when she suddenly noticed tracks on the ground. Dismounting, she noticed they were deer tracks.

"Large imprints, adult? Fresh imprints as well, passed through about three hours ago. Droppings were large, adult. And...wet. Nearby?" Lyn drew her bow, mud around the prints and droppings were moist. It was nearby, she was sure of it. Being in the plains had its disadvantages when it came to hunting deer. They would see, smell and hear her before she saw them. Leaving Valiant behind, Lyn carefully followed the trail, keeping an eye out for movement and staying downwind. Thirty minutes of tracking and the tracks told her she was getting close. Approaching and looking down the peek of a small mound is when she saw it. A large buck with large antlers. Raising her bow and nocking an arrow, she aimed. But the buck was interested in something on the ground, nudging at a figure Lyn could not see. Squinting her eyes she noticed the figure had a shape and...arms and legs? Being cautious that it wasn't a trap by bandits or worst a beast, Lyn slowly approached the figure. Noticing her approach, the buck looked up then bolted into the plains. Disregarding her fleeing game, Lyn continued to approach the body.

"Are they alive?" she wondered.

Upon closer inspection, Lyn noticed the person was small and covered in dirt. The attire was a green cloak that enveloped their frame. The person's hair was white as snow and skin tone was an odd dark tan as if they were in the sun too long. The person was even breathing yet it was shallow. Quickly Lyn placed two fingers in her mouth and whistle into the air in the direction where she came from then turned her attention to the person. Kneeling down and rolling them over, Lyn took stock of their face. It was a male she noticed, with chapped lips, a dirt-smeared face and hollow cheeks as if he hadn't eaten in days. He even had sand in his hair which Lyn noticed was odd as there was no sand in the plains. Underneath his gaunt features seemed soft in contrast, boyish even as if he was as old or younger than her. The approaching of hooves meant that Valiant had heard her call and was arriving thus Lyn intended to look after the boy's well being. For Lyn could not leave someone defenseless and starving in the plains in good conscious. Picking him up proved an easy affair as he was incredibly light.

"Spirits, how starved is he?" she whispered. His only reply was a grunt. "At least you're alive," she said placing him on Valiant. With him up front and her behind she wrapped her arm around his waist and set off back to her tent.

"I'll take care of you. I promise."


Sorry for the long intro, I want to place detail into Lyn's day to day life. As a new writer, I'm not sure how detailed I want to make it so it won't impede the flow.

I want to include monsters and more ideas into the story as I don't want it to be generic as the main story but I also don't want it to deviate from the core content. After playing the Witcher, Elder Scrolls and Divinity Original Sin I want to include monsters and beasts into the story to flesh out Elibe, making it more dangerous and hostile than it is. Just not sure as I may have to make the story longer and more detailed. Let me know what you think.