Her name was Aurora. One of her favourite things to do was listen, as her father told stories by the fire, of trolls that would sit on you, of goblins that would enslave you, of history, like the battles fought, and glory sought. Of the nobility and honour of their king, of his victories proven. Her father was once a general, and had been at a few of these.
There were tales of imps, that would surround a child that fell down thorough one of their imp-holes and gobble them up, tales of magic, tales of of Goodfellow's Blessing, and it's lord, talking of King Jaxon, the immortal watcher over the wild, wily, magic of his kingdom, that would steal you from your bed, and dump you out on some nameless street. And then there were Aurora's favourite. These were the tales of Dragonhall, of the great dragons, destroyers, and wise advisors.
But usually her parents noticed her on birthdays and Christmas, and spent other days keeping an eye on her five brothers, who were very mischievous. Aurora had a sister, who was married to a colonel in the Great Teraran Army.
Aurora never minded the lack of attention. She would run off alone to the woods, and when she got there she would reach, and break off a branch, then practice swordsmanship with it. She loved archery, and when she was eight, her father gave her a small bow that she could use to practice.
Of course, her inquisitive brothers soon found out. They teased her a bit, as she was rather short, but they also provided aid, in the form of practice opponents for the blade, and in archery, straw popinjays that they tied to strings and caused movement. She wasn't always at her best, and it took a while for her to get a hold of a wooden sword, which much improved her learning tempo. Aurora was better at the sword, but she cared a great deal about archery.
When she was fourteen, her mother sent her to a finishing school. This being Terary, the art of the sword, and the art of the bow was taught alongside grammar, etiquette, and Servanian, the language of Servaniyl, oft used in towns near the border, as her home was. At fifteen she became one of the top twenty-five swords-ladies. At sixteen, she was runner-up in a cross country race. At seventeen, she wandered off, and was never heard of again by the school, at least in a direct way.