Summary
Her parents are dead, her only relative never wanted her, and that's how it's been for the past eight years. Her aunt made sure that her life was hell, probably so she would run away, and that is what happened when she was twelve. She's fifteen now and the streets have been her home ever since, wandering from town to town scraping up a life wherever she goes. A random attack has her escaping with her life on a thread. Collapsing in an alley she wakes up in the care of an odd trio, who never expected the trouble they had gotten themselves into when they rescued her.
Intro/Prologue
Before I let you get to the story I have to explain something, or more of tell you. You must know the legend that is entwined with this story. So sit still and listen closely, I don't have all day.
There once was a man known for his excelling ability to use alchemy. Many considered him the best that there ever was, or ever will be. He was the role model for every child, the superhero of their dreams. All he cared about was helping people and doing the right thing. Selfish thoughts never entered his mind, no matter what life or people may throw at him. Yet, no matter how much good deeds he performed many tried to use him. Many tried to bribe him onto their side and every single time he refused them. That made them angry, angry enough to kill. So now we have our villains and our hero and our problem, but this legend, I'm afraid, does not have a happy ending.
Many more attempts to win him over came wherever he went, and were dismissed just as swiftly. People all over the country, and maybe even the world, knew who he was and every woman, child, and man were enraged by the way he was being harassed. So when he entered a town the people all rushed forward to greet him. He was offered shelter and food which he politely accepted from the inns keeper. Late at night, while he lay resting, a band of outlaws approached the city gate and demanded entrance. The townspeople, knowing what they seek, refused and gathered in front of the gate to block their way. Evil smiles spread across the faces of the rogues as they drew their sword.
When our hero woke to the sound of screams he rushed out the door in time to see the last villager be slaughtered. Women, children, and the men, all of them brutally killed. Grief, anger, and hate, three emotions that he hadn't felt before but felt then as he watches the killers trampling the bodies under their horse's feet. As they surround him he sees the empty eyes of a young girl that had taken care of him in the inn. He couldn't take it anymore, if him living meant that either innocents would be slaughtered or he joined outlaws and bandits, well he would rather die. In one motion he raised his hands, clasped them together, cast a spell, and slammed them onto the ground. Searing pain coursed through him as an odd yellow light began to slice through his body at high speeds. Horses shied and neighed, throwing their owner as they bolted. As more light went through his body, pieces of him began to disappear until he was entirely gone. The only thing left was the indents his hands left in the ground.
No one knows what spell he used or what it even was. I think that he had so many emotions in him that he released them in a giant spell that he created. Legend says that he took his life bravely for the sake of others. But rumor has it that even he wasn't strong enough to destroy the power within, and that all he was able to do was destroy his life and body, but not completely. They say that whenever someone is born with strong potential it is born normally, but a part of its body may look like it belongs, it may not be its own but a piece of that great hero who lives in stories. But that's probably all it is, a story, a tale, one to put children to sleep and to speculate scientists.