Life was not easy for Lucia Noceda. That had been left clear to her when by age 5 she lost her father in a traffic accident. Her presence in the backseat of the car bloodied and hurt had meant little to the drunk man that crashed into them in small intersection before their home. Her mother Camila, ever since this incident became overprotective of her. The constant babying and constant questioning of Lucia's action came to a boiling point when she was 14. A devout catholic, Camila was concerned when she heard the rumours of her daughter kissing another girl from the school. When she interrogated Lucia, the young woman could not hold her emotions. With a fist of pure rage she hit the table and ran out. The rain didn't matter. Nothing did. She ran until she could not hear her mother's voice. Taking refuge in a run down cabin in the forest behind her house. The place was empty except for a bunch of old newspapers which she used to cover her body and sleep through the night. The next day she returned home. Using a hidden key under a plant pot she entered the empty house. A rucksack had been left with a note addressed to her. It simple read "Degenerate. Leave my house. There's 100 dollars in the bag. I don't want to see it or you when I'm back".
New years formed where old ones had ran. She went to her room and picked up a few more items. A picture of her father, the first and last book he gave her, and most importantly for her. Her father's old baseball bat. A red wooden bat with white tape in the handle. With the picture and book inside of her rucksack and baseball bat in hand she ventured out into a world. Not bothering to lock the door or even look behind once it had closed.
4 years later.
"KICK HIS ASS!" A member of the crowd shouted. Lucia grinned from ear to ear as she readied herself to hit the man with her bat once again.
Since she left home, her life became miserable. After staying with her only friend Emily for the first 2 days. She again picked up her belongings and left. This time using the money her mother 'kindly ' left to buy a bus ticket from Connecticut to the south of the country. Lousiana.
Once there she did her best to find a job. Finishing high school was out of the picture. She could only work winning enough money to survive. That was until she overheard a couple of men talking about an illegal fight. And how much money they made from it.
Driven by a sense of determination and blinded by the allure of money she followed them and lied her way into it. The first place prize was $1.000. Enough to see her through the end of the month. Incredibly enough not only did they believe she was of age. They let her in. And through some trickery, and a lot of testicles punches and stomped she manage to win.
Taking the money back to her small 1 bedroom apartment she happily paid her rent and had money to spare.
"The bruises will heal" She repeated to herself as she looked into the mirror. Both in pain and proud of her victory.
This went on for the better part of a year. Once a month the people saw her fight. "Luzura" was her alias and despite sometimes losing. She never stopped.
The guy on the floor was sure that he was going to beat her. Yet, there he laid. In pain, a clearly broken arm to his side. Luz stopped to look at the small crowd when suddenly there was an explosion of sound. She felt something sting and then get wet with the room going pitch black not soon the room went pitch black.
In the disorienting darkness a single light shined. Quickly coming closer to her. It didn't seem to stop. It only got closer and closer. Suddenly what was once dark now was blinding light. The air hit her face and as she opened her eyes she saw it. The remains of a giant creature laid below. Getting closer and closer by the second. She screamed as she fell. The sky flashed green as she hit the ground. She thought herself dead but to her surprise she wasn't. Standing up she dusted off her clothing and walked through the new terrain.
The place looked odd. A mix of medieval and modern architecture. Lucia laughed to herself, and did so until she crashed into a small fairy. Or so she thought.
The pink creature looked adorable until it opened their mouth. "Give me your skin!" The fairy wailed as it gnashed its teeth. Lucia yelped and swatted the creature and stomped until blood flowed from under her shoe. "What is this place?" She murmured while scrapping her shoe on the dirt.
A raspy voice answered from behind a tent. "The Boiling Isles kiddo".
