CHAPTER 1 / PART ONE: The Orphan
It was just another ordinary day in the slums of Haven City. There were children laughing and playing in the streets. Adults were shopping at the numerous baazars that sold everything from fresh produce to fossils. Hovercrafts were zipping along in the airspace about the street. And Ferin Maehar was watching it all from her perch on the roof of the centuries-old Town Pump Pub. No one noticed her there. It was almost like she had become part of the building. Every day she sat in the exact same spot, observing the going-ons of the city she called home.
She directed her attention to the loudspeaker mounted on an exterior wall of a building a few yards away. The Baron's voice blared a constant message to the citizens of Haven City about remaining loyal to him and staying out of the Underground movement. She narrowed her eyes and gave the loudspeaker an angry glare, as if she was trying to make it explode. All the sudden, she heard cries of "NO BRAKES! WATCH OUT!" coming from the oppposite direction. A low flying hovercraft zoomed past and broke her concentration on the loudspeaker. Seconds later, the un-manned hovercraft smashed into the building's wall and completely pulverized the loudspeaker. Ferin's face lit up with a grin and she stood up and began to clap. People on the street turned their attention to the pub's roof where she stood, towering above them. She continued to clap as the man who owned the hovercraft gave her an extremely puzzled look. "Thanks for shutting that bastard up." Ferin said. Without a moment's hesitation, she ran to the edge of the roof and hopped off, disappearing into the alleyway next to the pub.
CHAPTER 1 / PART TWO: The Orphan REmix (Human Graffitti)
Ferin loved to walk the city's weaving maze of back alleys. It was dark and quiet; she could think there. She was also a huge fan of graffitti. She was one of the few people in the city who thought of it as art and not vandalism. Often times she would stand in front of a certain piece for many minutes at a time, wondering what the meaning behind it was. Ferin was one of deep thoughts. She was also one to keep her thoughts to herself. She had been alone for a long time so in reality, she really had no one to share her thoughts with anyway.
The light slowly faded away as the day was coming to an end. Ferin stood in the town square with her back propped up against a lightpost. People were finishing up their business for the day and heading home for supper. Those passing by gave Ferin an uncomfortable glance as they went their own ways. She jutted out her lower lip at them to make her almost constant frown visible. Ever since she could remember, she had gotten that same look from people constantly. It only got worse when she became an orphan.
Ferin was a half-breed between Havin City's elf-ish race and normal human beings. Half-breeds are easily noticeable because of their ears, as they are pointed, but they are not nearly as long and thin as those of the people of Haven City. There were almost no pure blood humans in Haven City and even fewer mixed-breeds. In the city, pure blood elves were the dominant race and they looked down upon humans.
Ferin's bloodline could very well be the main reason why she was so much of an outcast. There was no one in the city that was willing to take her in or even speak to her, as if they felt that they might contract some sort of disease from her if they did. This way of thinking was the Baron's doing. Ferin believed that he brainwashed the people of Haven City into believing that their race was superior to all others in the world. She had to make living fair for her race and the humans. She had to stop the Baron.