Thank you to everyone for voting, I hate not being able to give everyone what they want, but I'll try to make the story as appealing as possible to everyone.

Our hero's stats:

1. Female

2. Sara, Arseface.

3. Neutral.

4. Bisexual/Asexual (Either she's asexual during her childhood and bisexual during adulthood, or the other way around, or she's bipolar and switches between the two randomly)

Thank you very much for voting, now, let's get this started!

"N-No... don't..."

Sara slowly opened her eyes upon hearing those same words yet again, she sighed softly as she turned her head towards her sister, who lay vast asleep in the bed across from hers.

It wasn't unusual for Theresa to wake her up, in fact, the one certainty in her life was that, at least once a month, her sister would wake her from her dreams by dreaming herself. No one else knew of Theresa's nightly terrors, one time, young Sara had brought it up over dinner, but Theresa had waved it off as a simple nightmare.

She'd known for a very long time that her sister could "see" things, things that she couldn't even wrap her mind around... at one occasion, Sara had woken her up after hearing her cry, Theresa had attempted to explain everything to her, but to no avail. After all, she was just a little girl, and even though Theresa was just a little girl as well, she was wise beyond her years. Even though she'd never admit it herself, it was clear to Sara that her sister was special.

While nights like these weren't uncommon, something about tonight felt different somehow... normally, she'd only get like this every few weeks, but now, she seemed to have them all the time.

In fact, this was the third night in a row that Sara had woken up to her sister's pleas for help.

As always, Sara kicked her covers off and shuffled towards Theresa's bed, slowly rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she approached her.

"I... don't..." Theresa mumbled softly as she continued to twist and turn in her sleep.

"Sis?" Sara asked softly as she touched her shoulder, "Wake up."

"No! It's... not here!" she couldn't hear her, sometimes she felt like her sister wasn't just dreaming, sometimes she felt she was actually in another world, living another live.

She grew somewhat irritated now, three sleepless nights did that to a person, "Theresa!" she grabbed both her shoulders and shook her roughly. Suddenly, Theresa gasped and her eyes shot open widely, her back arched as though she was in terrible pain, her eyes were completely white, and the only sound she managed to produce was a fearful cry.

"D-Dad!!" Sara screamed in terror as she dashed out of the room, she wasted no time in knocking on the door, and instead just burst in, only to have her father jerk up from his own bed. "What?!" Brom blurted out as his eyes moved all over the place before they finally landed on his youngest daughter, who clung fearfully to his leg, "What's wrong?" he asked quickly as he grabbed his daughter's shoulders, "Are you alright?"

"Theresa... Theresa is... she's..." despite her best efforts, she couldn't voice her thoughts properly, the only thing on her mind right now was getting help for her sister, instead, she just pointed frantically in the direction of their shared bedroom.

Brom's eyes filled with worry as he hurried out of his bedroom and into the children's bedroom, Sara followed closely behind.

Upon reaching the room, however, there was no sign of trouble. Theresa's body was relaxed now, her eyes were closed, and instead of making fearful sounds, she snored peacefully.

Brom looked over his shoulder at his youngest child, who's mouth dropped open upon seeing her sister in such a blissful sleep, "Dad... I swear... something was wrong with her!"

Her father slowly knelt down before her and smiled as he gently patted the girl's head, "It's alright, it was just a dream," he looked back at his sleeping daughter, "See? Theresa is just fine."

Sara could barely believe it, had it really been a dream? Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her... upon noticing his daughter's confusion, Brom spoke again, "Come on, let's get you back to bed."

---

The next day turned out to be a drag, Sara hadn't been able to sleep after the incident with her sister. The thought that her dreams could get so vivid kept her up for hours, by the time she fell asleep, it was already 6:30 in the morning. She'd managed to sleep in until around 11 AM before her father woke her up. She'd eaten her breakfast quickly enough, but hadn't found the energy to do much more after that, as she sat on the porch of her home, the hours slowly passed her by as she spent her time in place of semi-consiousness. 11:30, 12:00, 12:30, and it wasn't until around 2:15 that her father finally nudged her to full awareness.

"Couldn't get back to sleep last night?" the man asked with a kind smile, Sara just shook her head as she leaned back against the wall, letting her eyelids slowly drop again before her father nudged her again, "You know what day it is today, right?"

"Ugh..." was Sara's only response as she shifted out of her father's reach, not planning on doing anything today. Her father wouldn't just leave her though, much to Sara's dismay.

"It's your sister's birthday." those words were enough to wake her up completely as she looked back up at her father with a look that could only be described as guilt.

Brom frowned, "You forgot it again?" he sighed as he shook his head in disappointment, "Well... I'm not bailing you out this time..." he sat down next to his daughter, "I'll tell you what: You go do some chores out in town, and I'll give you a gold piece for your good deeds, alright? You can use that money to buy your sister a present."

"Can't you just give it to me now, and let me do the chores later?" Sara asked with the sweetest smile she could muster, causing her father to laugh while walking away, shaking his head.

"Stay out of trouble, you hear?" her father called after her as she reluctantly made her way down into town.

"Yeah yeah..." she muttered under her breath. She stared down at the ground as she made her way to town, het feet continually kicking small rocks ahead of her, when suddenly she bumped into someone, who stumpled and fell upon impact. Sara blinked as she too stumbled slightly, "Sorry, are you okay?" she asked the little girl as she offered her a hand.

"I... I can't find Rosie..." the girl whimpered as she grabbed onto Sara's skirt, "Have you seen her? She's a really cute teddybear, and she has a blue patch on her back."

Sara frowned, this was just what she needed. A kid bothering her with stupid problems. She glanced back over her shoulder to see her father stare straight back at her, sighing, she turned back to the girl and smiled, "Hey Emily, how about we go find her together?"

Emily smiled brightly, "Will you help me? Thank you!"

What had seemed like a simple enough chore turned out to be an absolute nightmare. Emily wasn't known for her ability to concentrate, oftentimes she'd just leave her stuff wherever she was playing at the time to go do something else, and then she'd forget about where she left her things. Sara had searched all over the place, in Emily's house, down by the beach... even at her mother's shop. But to no avail; Rosie was nowhere in sight. She was beginning to grow impatient, during her search she'd run into a salesman from out of town, who offered to sell a box of chocolates to her at a discount: Only 3 gold pieces. Yet this chore seemed to take forever, she'd only earned herself a single gold piece, despite the full hour of hard labour.

Perhaps her dad would spare her and just reward her for the trouble.

"Probably not..." Sara huffed as she dragged Emily along, out of her mother's store again.

"Ohh, where is that no-good husband of mine..." Emily's mother growled as she noisilly tapped her foot against the wooden frame of her store, "Off with some woman no doubt..."

A wicked smile appeared on the young girl's face as she let go of Emily's hand, "Go ask my dad if he's seen Rosie, okay? Tell him I'm still searching too." the young girl nodded and ran off towards Sara's house, Sara turned back to Emily's mother.

"Ma'am, is your husband missing?" things were starting to look up, as she'd seen the woman's husband around 30 minutes ago when she searched the family's backyard for the missing teddybear. She'd caught the husband with another woman, he'd offered her a gold piece to keep her mouth shut... considering the difficulty of the task she was facing at the time, she figured any money would do, even if it would disappoint her father should he find out.

The woman's eyes widened hopefully, "Yes, have you seen him child?"

Sara shrugged, "I think so... but I really have to return to my chores, I need to buy my sister a gift for her birthday..."

"Please tell me! I'll buy you the gift, it doesn't cost that much, right? Just tell me where he is..." the woman asked desperately.

This offer was just too good to resist, "I think I saw him behind your house... but I'm not sure..." she mumbled innocently, "I don't wanna cause any trouble..."

The woman's eyes lit up with delight, "Finally! This time I'll catch him, there won't be any denying it now!" she looked back at Sara, "Thank you child, for telling me. Here's your gold, wish your sister a happy birthday for me." and with that, she took off running.

Sara grinned as she looked at the gold in her hands. 4 pieces! Not only did she have enough to buy Sara's gift, she also earned herself an extra gold piece. "Yes!" she called cheerfully, hitting the air with her fist.

It wasn't until she turned around that she noticed the disappointed looks she was getting from the other villagers,

"Is she just gonna abandon Emily? How terrible!"

"I'm sure her father did his best..."

"It's not the poor man's fault, if her mother were here, I'm sure she wouldn't act this way..."

"That's right, children need their mother."

Sara frowned at the comments, if there was one thing these people were good at, it was gossip. Sooner or later, one of them would pass by her father and happily announce what a terrible child he'd raised, he'd have a serious talk about it with her, her mother would also tell her off, and Theresa would resent her for stealing away her attention on her birthday of all days.

"I'm not gonna abandon Emily!" she quickly called, "Father told me to never break my promises!" she handed the coins over to the salesman, stuffed the box in her pocket and walked away.

"Oh, perhaps it's not so bad... she's still young after all..."

"Yeah, she's just got a bit of naughty streak, doesn't she?"

---

As expected, Brom was still informed of his daughter's behavior, and he wasn't happy about it. However, he hadn't been as mad as Sara had expected him to be... but that was probably because she'd gone out of her way to make things right again. It turned out Emily's brother had stolen Rosie, with some gentle "persuasion", Sara had retrieved it and handed it back to Emily and her friend... because of that, Brom had probably decided to let her bad behavior slide... for now.

All in all, this day had been quite succesful. She'd bought Theresa a present, earned herself two extra gold pieces for her own spending pleasure, Emily was happy, the villagers were fine with her again, and she'd just found out her mother would actually be in town tonight for Theresa's birthday! It had been three months since her mother had left, and she couldn't wait to see her.

"You know, I knew you'd bring me chocolates..."

Sara glanced over her shoulder, "What, the salesguy kept harrassing you too?"

Theresa laughed and shook her head, "No, it was just like my dream."

"About that..." Sara nervously wrung her hands together, "Why won't you tell father about your... "dreams"?" "So I won't have to deal with this any longer." Sara frowned at her own thoughts, after all, it wasn't Theresa's fault she had this problem either, and she was probably just as upset about it.

Theresa turned around and played with her hair for a second, a nervous habit she'd picked up quite some time ago. "...We were standing in this field when something happened..." she softly trailed off, making her younger sister sigh.

"Well, what happened then?" Sara asked irritably. There were times she just wanted to scream at her sister, of course, today wasn't the day for it. It was Theresa's birthday, it could wait until later. "Maybe if I tell mother... she'll know what to do..."

"That's just it, I can't remember what happened exactly," the elder sibling seemed completely oblivious to the younger's tone of voice and just continued her story, "I think it was bad... I heard screams, smelled burned wood... but I couldn't see anything... it was... frightening..."

Sara frowned, "It was just a dream..." she grasped her sister's hand and smiled, "You should smile, it's your birthday!"

"You're right... we should head back home, mother should be home anytime now!" Theresa grinned as she dragged her sister out onto the road, "I'll race you ho-"

"BANDITS!!" came a shrill voice from behind the young children. Theresa's eyes widened in shock as she tightly gripped Sara's hand. "It's happening... it's really happening..." her face paled significantly. Sara bit her lip as she saw the man behind the voice rush up to them, only for him to fall in a puddle of mud seconds later, right before their eyes. Two arrows stuck up from his back. Sara was in a trance, for a moment she couldn't quite grasp what was happening, it wasn't until Theresa roughly pulled her back towards the fence and threw her into the fields, screaming for her to hide that she understood: They were under attack. And everyone she knew was in grave danger.

"Wait... sis!" Sara jumped back to her feet and watched as her sister ran into town as fast as she could, frantically waving her arms, she could vaguely see other people run upon seeing her.

"Get those arrows, they were expensive." a deep voice growled, drawing Sara's attention back to the fallen man. They were pouring into town now, before she knew it, six had rushed past her, taking the route Theresa had taken. Three others took the hill, which lead straight to her house. Two men were left behind, one stood by the man's corpse and roughly pulled the two arrows from his back, the other mercilessly stabbed his sword into the man's back, making sure he was dead.

Sara sunk back into the bushes, shaking uncontrollably as she heard one of the men scream, "Kill them all!"

She put her hands over her ears, drew her legs up to her chest, and closed her eyes, trying her hardest to drown out the sounds of screaming and laughing coming from her home.

"Mommy..."

Little did Sara know this was only the beginning. That this would be the start of her new life. After hours of crying and drowning out every possible noise there was, she felt a hand on her shoulder...

End of Chapter 1.

The hand belongs to:

A) Mace

B) Briar Rose

C) Thunder

D) The Guildmaster

E) ???

As you can see, the story doesn't follow the game's storyline 100%. Each choice here has a different outcome as well, one might lead to being taken straight back to the Heroes Guild, while the other might not.

??? is a secret character.

Choose carefully.

I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter, please review with your choices and possible comments. Thank you!

PS: English is not my native language, so please don't judge too harshly when you see a grammar mistake or something.