This story, as under guidelines of this reading app, will be turned into an Guts x OC x Griffith. The original story of it being Guts x Reader x Griffith will be posted on Wattpad first, for faster updates and Archiveofourown but will not be posted here as this story is changing per use of the OC use now named Liana. In the process of turning this story around, it will take time as I had released most unedited chapters here first before editing them down on Wattpad as it is easier to do there first. Also, it is a little bit harder to avoid grammatical errors when editing on this app. Spaces before sentences won't start as they were there before when uploading, paragraphs are not spaced either sometimes as I do not like to jumble words and sentences into one, and it is insanely hard to edit down chapters because for some reason this app goes slow on me and messes up sometimes. It glitches and jumble up my words as I am writing, joining them to one and it is rather annoying, in the least to say.

So I'm sorry for any readers having trouble with the story, just again, if you prefer an Reader x Berserk Main Character novel for this fanfic, I would advise to read it on Wattpad as I have little to no trouble writing and editing there.

Hello returning and new readers as well. As some may know, I have also uploaded this small, thought to be insignificant fanfic in the past and some time after I lost it due to my previous account deletion by some infiltrator.I was heartbroken I lost my work, completely devastated to have lost something I worked on since the 2017/2018 year. Then I thought, it wasn't that important to others anyways so it is fine. In the end, that pain of losing my work still never subsided but I came to the conclusion that it wasn't so vital and monumental in the first place as I shouldn't have. Today, on December 1st 2020 I got a message from a complete lovely stranger recognizing my username and asking if I was the writer who lost that work in those previous years. They had, by the stroke of luck, saved my story on a txt. file and was able to send it to me to download so I may transfer it. I now realize that my work did mean something to someone and I'm here to tell you all that if you aspire to write or create something beautiful for the world to see, it will mean something to someone even if you may not realize it at the moment. Now, as I felt my life was handed back to me, I am in the process of finally uploading the rest of my long lost parts for you all to enjoy and finally get back to reading. Thank you, so very very much Cecily, I will never forget what you have done for me as it means so so much. I wanted to let others know this story was only possible because of her. Anyone reading this novel was only made possible by her reaching out to me.Today was the happiest I felt in a long long while.Thank you again, Cecily. And please enjoy the story, for both the new and returning readers too.

Happy reading.

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Liana's P.O.V

I have had enough.

Slipping out from their unaware weak hold, I ran. Ran straight to hell for all I cared on what I would venture across.

Damn it all if I was going to go another day being under their watch, under their rule and under their say.

The bruises I was given some time back still hurt my arms to raise, but I still ran for all the pain I had to undergo.

My eyes peered around the darkness as my feet landed hard on the cobblestone dirty street.

T-the forest! There they would not be able to find me!

I'm almost free!

Their languid dark unsightly eyes locked on my form as I receded into the dark woods with haste. My bare feet trampling on the hard black dirt as my light brown hair swayed in the quick winds back and forth against my back.

Where was I even going?

I had jumped over some fallen trees as I ran, my eyes watering as my heart thudded hard against my chest with every breath I in took into my pleading lungs.

"Come're girl!" One of the men called as I looked back, only to then run into a sudden a hard chest.

My breath hitched.

Quickly alerted and looking forward, I saw a tall well builded young man. I couldn't quite see the color of his eyes or even the pigment of his hair for he had on some helmet presumably for battle.

A knight?

No...a mercenary. That sword isn't such a blade used for honored fights.

I looked him up and down quickly as I panted from the exhausting escape. I needed to catch my breath to speak, assessing his figure.

He wasn't grabbing me, or grinning. Atleast that seemed trusting.

"Hey-" he spoke as I cut him off, gripping his chest.

"P-please! You-you have to help me! They're-" A dirty sweaty hand was then slapped over my mouth as my body was pulled back against the other persuing man whom had finally reached me.

The young male stepped back seeing the scene unfold, probably assessing if he should even intervene.

"Ah, don't mind her, we'll be taking her back." The man spoke as his hand was harshly placed over my lips. The rough calloused palm pressed against my lips forcefully as I felt my hands were then held behind my back by his other free limb. I felt him squeeze my wrists painfully as I struggled against him, jerking my body forward only for it to be pulled back against him.

I squeezed my eyes shut in annoyance.

They all caught up to me, god damn it!

I'm tired of their bullshit! I'm so tired of moving place to place! Tired of their demands and their hits to me!

I can't take this shit anymore!

But, what the hell do I do?! Will this guy even help me?!

I flashed opened my eyes, staring to the young man before me. I had never done this before, I had never ran away, never fled, but now I'm trying everything in my power to get away.

I will defy everyone and try to leave every single opportunity I get if I'm taken back now.

I looked to the young man I had run into, assessing his features quickly to see again if he was going to just walk away as others do.

I mean, he doesn't seem to look like he even cares...

Ah, damn it all.

My eyes portrayed despair, fear soaking my well being as the young man I had run into started to unsheathe his giant greatsword on his back, all the pursuers looking to him raising a brow as I even looked up to his figure.

He is a mercenary. Wow...

Wait, is...is he helping me? Really?!

All three men stepped back a bit, my mouth still covered as the man scoffed, holding me still.

"You want to fight? I said she's ours pal. We're just paid to guard this brat."

"She seems to think otherwise if she's running away. That's not guarding. Let her go." The young man spoke, holding his great sword against his shoulder. His eyes looking over my form as he then tilted his head. "Those bruises on her arms also say otherwise as well, pal." He retorted sarcastically back as well.

"Look, regardless, she isn't your issue. You don't know her or us. Just leave."

The mercenary infront of me didn't answer as the man holding me spoke again, feeling intimidated by the mercenary's weapon length and size.

Just how many foes has this guy vanquished with that thing?

"Tell you what, I'll give you five silver coins if you just forget about the whole thing. We'll be on our way and you'll be on yours. Deal?" The man forcefully pushed his hand against my mouth when I had tried to speak once more

Five silver coins all to keep his mouth shut and keep walking? That's some payment to just ignore. I mean, any free coin is good coin. No matter how much.

Of course he'd take the money, who wouldn't.

There goes my freedom. Shit.

The mercenary abruptly raised his greatsword, pointing it towards the man holding me still. His eyes locked on to the man's face.

"Let her go. I don't need your damn money. I'm giving you one last chance."

So he is helping me?!

The two men then laughed beside me, taking out their pertaining weapons, daggers, swords, or pathetic shanks.

Thugs, typical.

But still, three to one isn't good odds for the mercenary before me. He just might die all because of me...

"Then die bastard. We gave you a chance." One of the men then sliced forward to the young mercenary, his dagger aimed for the mercenary's abdomen as in one swift swing the mercenary had decapitated his head with his greatsword.

My eyes were as wide as saucers. I...had never seen any man kill someone before my eyes.

This...is the first time I had ever seen something like this happen before...

My stomach churned at the sight as my heart pounded.

Blood gushed from the fallen body of the man, some droplets staining my ragged pants and the bottom of my shirt.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

The man holding me let go of his restraint on me in shock of his friend's death.

"You bastard!" The side man spoke.

My eyes snapped open as soon as he let go of me, my body fell to the slightly patched grass and dirt as I lifted myself up on my sore palms.

At that moment I quickly got up to then sprint to the mercenary's side, seeing the said mercenary look to me seeing I was behind him.

"Get behind me." He smoothly said as he watched the two older men before us. "Stay put."

As the word's left his mouth, he then abruptly charged forward, going to slash the abdomen of the second thug, then approach the last one whom held me tighter and the one who was responsible for my bruises.

Bastard.

The mercenary drawled his large great sword back as it dripped with blood to the grassy patched ground.

H-he just...cut him apart like it was nothing...

Like, he was nothing but meat...

Screams and bone crackling were what filled my senses as my bare feet stood back on impulse against the scene before me.

I kept retreating back until my back had hit a tree.

My heart never ceased it's rapid beating.

This boy ...h-he's something else.

"H-hey, look-look we can hire you, okay? Please don't kill me, we were only told to get her because she's worth a hell of a lot of coin. You see she's the illegitimate daughter to the K-" the mercenary's greatsword struck down on the man's arm which held the sword of the thug.

"AGHHHH! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" The man choked on his own ear curdling scream as his limb fell to the ground infront of him.

They all didn't put up any fight this mercenary couldn't take.

Just...who is he? He...honestly looks way older than me, I'm just thirteen.

As the man screamed, the mercenary finished him off, stabbing his face through as now he swung his greatsword to swing the disgusting blood off his blade with everything now silent to what just took place.

My hands came up to shield my face from the scene slightly, but I couldn't help but watch as the man now sheathed his sword back to his strap on his back.

He then turned his body to look fully to me.

Without saying another word, he had started to walk away.

I reached out, fearing of his departure I yelled to him.

"H-hey! Please don't leave me!" I called, running forth to touch his arm as before I could he had grabbed my hand.

"Don't touch me." He then let my hand go as he turned to leave swiftly.

"Wait-" I said again as he stopped, his unknown colored eyes averting to me hidden beneath his helmet.

"What?"

It sounded as if he wasn't questioning what I wanted, only demanding to know the answer.

"Who are you?" I questioned as he now decided to take off his helmet, holding it by his side hip now.

Seeing now his spiky dark brown short hair, his tanned skin and slight scars on his face, he spoke a bit annoyed.

"Guts. You?"

"Liana."

"Great. Bye."

As he turned to leave I decided it'd be best not to push anymore answers out of him, instead, I followed.

Without a single word, I followed him back to the town I was running from that I was familiar with. He seemed to be headed there in the first place when I bumped into him.

Hm, Guts...what an odd name... but nevertheless, it is his. I respect it.

Some minutes passed as he didn't seem to be bothered by my obvious pursuit of him, or my company. But, as we got around the end of the forest and the entrance to the town, he stopped in his tracks.

"Why are you following me?"

"Because... I want to be a mercenary too. I want to stay by your side, Guts. You're strong and I wanna be strong too."

"No. Leave, now." Almost immediatly after, he had started to walk again, only this time to a nearby Inn as I furrowed my brows.

He was like a dog looking to be ready to bite almost.

And I of course followed like a lost puppy. My bare feet stepping on the cobblestone road as I held my arms close to my body. It was a bit chilly at night, barely stars out now as the wind blew slightly.

Seeing my pursuit again, he sighed, looking back as I heard his frustration.

"Look, I'm not trying to be mean, but if you keep following me I'm going to be forced to make you leave." As he was now under a street lantern, I now noticed his eye color.

Chestnut brown, streaks of black growing from his pupil. I noticed a long scar stretched against the bridge of his nose as he lips seemed a bit protruded out and plump.

He waved his hand infront of my face.

"Hello? Did you hear me girl?"

"My name's Liana. And I'm not leaving, Guts." I came back from my day dream as his eyes never left my own.

"Where are your parents?"

"Gone. Don't know."

"How old are you?"

"Thirteen. You?"

"Fourteen."

"Wow! Really?!" My eyes lit up as he clicked his tongue.

"Don't be too loud. Gives me a headache."

I didn't say anything after, clasping my lips shut, I just nodded once as we continued to walk a bit. I didn't want to annoy him, after all I am grateful he's even let me tag along with him over here to walk instead of literally kicking me to the curb.

While in thought, he spoke suddenly turning my attention to him.

"You have any coin?"

I nodded. I keep it in my coin bag in the pocket of my pants.

I had ten gold pieces, and fifteen silver, all saved up, stolen, or given at a time to me. I tossed him the brown coin bag as he caught it, weighing it with his hand.

He then looked inside as his eyes widened.

"You can have it all if you let me stay with you."

"What the hell? Where'd you get this type of coin?" He questioned in disbelief as I crossed my arms.

"Don't worry about it, you can have it, but I'm coming with you." I declared once more.

In thought, he had stared at the ground for a moment or so until he put my coin bag in his own bag he was carrying on his shoulder.

"...Fine."

I smiled in triumph as I thought of my new change to come.

He protected me, kept me away from my past, and now with his help I'd be ready to fight in the future.

I want to train to protect myself as well as he does.

It was the next day in the afternoon after taking a much needed morning rest where we had decided to finally leave the Inn. The man looking to me and Guts, waving us off as we walked through the doors.

I walked bare footed through the crowded streets with Guts.

"So where are you from exactly?" He pursed a brow up, waiting for my reply.

"I don't really know where I came from. I was, ever since I was born taken from my father, and my mother died giving birth to me. Atleast, that's what they told me. I never seen my father again after I turned five, I mean not that I even remember him. I have just been given here and there to holding families none relative to me. None ever the same. What about you?"

"Why are these random families keeping you?"

My brows furrowed, weighing in the fact if I should even tell him.

I mean...that thug almost told him and he was being paid to keep his mouth shut. I don't think Guts even minded his words and just decided to cut him down like that.

I've made my decision.

"I...actually don't know. I think I'm being adopted each time or something but each family I go to probably doesn't want me. I don't know why the paid thugs are always around though. They're terrible... Hm, anyways, where are your own parents?" It was only a small lie.

But a much needed one.

Guts looked down, not wanting to push the matter anymore as he spoke.

"Never knew my parents."

Hm.

I never knew my mother, nor my father well enough after my fifth year of age. I guess we have a bit common.

Err, maybe not that much... but still, it's a start.

But one thing remain certain, I mus'nt tell Guts of my supposed royal lineage too. He'd defintely freak out. Probably think they'll look for him for kidnapping, but that isn't the case.

But yes as I recall being told, my father was a King, my mother was just a maid of his...

If the kingdom would have found out about how their own King had slept with a peasant women and birthed a child, he would be shunned, maybe even dethroned forcefully by the Elders.

Once I was born, my mother kept me within the walls of the castle, feigning that I was her child and she claimed to the others that she didn't know who the father was.

Whore.

That's what she was branded.

Not too long after my birth, sickness overtook her, killing her in the dark and leaving me to be by myself in the wooden crib to cry until the maids rushed in, fearing I would wake any nobles within the castle.

My mother was only with me for a short period of time. Maybe less than a week. She at first, well as far as I've heard, appeared fine, but throughout the days her body slowly began to give out. Her strength lacking as she soon became bed ridden, and then one night she fell asleep and never awoken again.

Ever since then, I was taken care of by the other maids, kept hidden and fed in the castle's maid quarters. Whispers flew around the castle of how my mother was extremely close to the King, before I was born as well.

They were connecting the threads.

The King knew well enough I was his child.

He knew how I looked, how I was, what my mother named me, but he still pushed me away, leaving strangers to care for me within his own castle.

His eyes were always on me.

When I had started to walk that's when I learned to clean, and when I was properly speaking, that's when I learned to read, and write in the small lectures the maid's could afford throughout the day to teach me what they knew.

I wasn't a dumb kid, that's for sure, but one thing I had to make sure to do everyday was help around the castle.

Feed the animals, help clean the kitchen, go set the silverware perfectly upon the table, scrub apparel or the floors down.

It was hard work, and me being a child was no exception to help clean.

Grabbing books to read while I dusted the inner library always helped me learn new words too, and that is what also contributed to my growth.

One day, at the age of five and a half, there had been, an abrupt visitor in the spring evening. She claimed she was the sister of my mother and was here to take proper claim of me.

The maids in return had no objection to my actual family member wanting me with her, but once she had me, that's when she never let me go, atleast for the short while.

She asked me on our first walk home if I knew who my father was, to my dismay I shook my head no, of course not knowing at the time but always seeing the King's dark watchful eyes set to me.

She had rubbed her temple, explaining how my father was the King himself and also explained thereafter how it was a secret she and I had to keep inevitably. My eyes remained wide that afternoon, taking in the information of my supposed royalty only at the age of five.

Leigha, my mother's sister, explained the situation then and there to me in all words she could. She spoke of how I was the illigitimate first born daughter of the King, born from a maid and was not supposed to be found out about. At all. Under no circumstances.

She claimed that she knew her sister more than anyone, and that my mother only disclosed of her relationship to her herself and no one else. If she claimed the King was my father than he was, she was no liar and was truthful to her core.

My brows furrowed."Why...didn't he want me? Didn't he love me?... Maid Suzanne said momma loved me a lot." I asked Leigha as we walked to her cottage, a cloak over my body as the hood covered my head.

"Love, I'm sure he wanted you. But, the fact that my sister was just a mere maid spiked up problems...there is nothing we can do about it, Liana." She held my hand as I looked down to my feet.

"How...did you find out about me?" I perked my head up to look to her eyes as she took her time responding.

"A letter your mother sent years ago. I had been away from the Kingdom with my husband having moved. Once the letter finally arrived to me, I was dumb enough to not open it until now thinking it was just a usual conversational letter we'd always send to one another." She had then took a pause, probably to recount it all before continuing her story."I...never knew my sister had died upon returning home. I also never knew she had a beautiful little girl named Liana. And, I regret not knowing that I wasn't there to claim you sooner from this life of work as a young maid."

"Why?" I questioned as she abruptly stopped walking. We were by her house, trees surrounding us as I took in my new environment. No villagers in sight.

"Liana, listen to me-" she crouched down, gripping my shoulders slightly to look me into my eyes."-there are people out here, looking for you. Some know of your arrival. I don't know how, or who spreaded the word but these people mean harm. Do you understand me? They want you, to threaten the King. And the fact that you're with me, makes your father want you back even more now. He has troops sent out, looking for you."

"W-what..." I then turned my head, looking every which way to see if they were coming before she then kindly brought her hand to my cheek to gain my full atten.

"Listen love, he wants you back because he doesn't want someone who has you, to threaten his very livelihood with exposing who you are if they find out, which people are bound to. That's why we're leaving. Come on, change your clothes, and grab food we can carry on horseback, we're going to meet my husband in an hour when the sun goes down." She now ushered me into the house as I stumbled a bit, looking inside the wooden cottage as I felt my heart race so persistently against my chest.

Why wouldn't father want me?...

Am I that much of a mistake?

"B-but Leigha... how do people know I'm for sure his daughter?" I questioned as her steps stopped immediately to turn to me.

"Not only do you look like him slightly with your eyes, but you have the royal birthmark. Your mother told me in the letter that it's placed on your back by your shoulder blade. I saw it too myself when putting that cloak on you."

My eyes widen, immediately trying to check but I couldn't as Leigha in returned chuckled.

"You'll see in due time." I nodded.

"We're getting you shoes and better clothes." Guts spoke as I came back out of my day dream for a brief moment to then nod as I followed him.

The birthmark is infact on my back. It looks like a sun and moon as one.Odd.The walk was long, as my mind drifted back to my aunt Leigha and the incident.I had my satchel, pants, boots, longsleeved shirt and a coat as we rode on her horse. At sundown, it usually got cold, no matter what season it was. Leigha was behind me, holding the reins as I was in ront between her arms. The plain her horse trodded against was dark, stray dandelions sticking up from the grassy ground beneath us as I watched stray dragonflies hop from patch to patch to fly.How longing... to be able to fly and leave anywhere you'd wish to go.

"Michael should be close. You'll love him, he's very kind." She reassured.

Michael?

Her husband?

Hearing the sudden neigh of a horse, we both turned our attention to see atleast ten men on horseback weaving weapons charging to us, swords in air.My heart nearly dropped at the sight.H-how did they find us?!She and I were both speechless to say the least. Unsheathing her short sword, Leigha was then pelted on her shoulder by a sudden arrow.My scream was caught in my throat as I sat in the front of the horse, looking back to her in shock as her face turned pale, her mouth parted as we rode still as fast as the horse could go with all the panic.I had started to hyperventilate, seeing Leigha then snap the end of the arrow off as she slapped the reings to make the horse run.It was the first time I had ever seen anyone so hurt...

"HAULT IN THE NAME OF THE KING!" The knights called as Leigha rode on, going further into the field to see the entrance to a forest just a few meters away.Leigha held her shoulder, her eyes spotting a lantern in the distance as we rode quite a distance away from the knights.

"Don't worry... don't panic Liana..." She whispered as we then receeded into the forest, the tree branches hung overhead as my hood still stood plastered on my head to bounce with the horse's racing speed.

"We'll lose them in the forest, don't worry..." She touched my shoulder as I held onto the reins of the horse, my knuckles turning lighter from how hard I gripped the cords.Moving passed the trees, more arrows here and there flew by, whipping past and landing onto the grass as we turned here and there to suddenly see a horse infront of us with two men on it.I gasped, thinking it was the knights as Leigha then spoke.

"Michael! Keep going, we'll follow!"

Oh, that's him? There's two males on that horse though, which is him?

Their back was to us as the one in front of the horse then tilted his head back, looking to me, then to Leigha and back behind us before slapping the reigns of his horse to go faster for us to follow.I had saw another person accompanied Michael if that was him who turned to look to us. The man behind Michael had black hair, he seemed a bit older with a slight stubble.His friend perhaps?Looking back forward, I viewed now as we finally came onto what seemed to be a saw mill, I saw Leigha look back to make sure the knights weren't coming as I too peeked back seeing none.She breathed out, stopping her horse by Michaels and the unknown man's as we were by the unknown location to me.

"M-michael, they're still coming! We have to go!" She whisper-yelled as she got off her horse, rushing to Michael whom had a hood on.He got off as well, touching her shoulder to see she had taken out the arrow as he began to tear the bottom of his cloak to then wrap it around her wound to stop the bleeding.

"Leigha, you're injured. We can't outrun them all night, not especially with her on your horse. She'll fall off. Let's leave her here, hidden, and we'll send for her when it's all clear hopefully before morning." He quickly walked to me, picking me up and getting me off the horse.

"No Michael, she can't stay here by herself. There are wolves, and bears-"

"She'll stay hidden in the shed of the mill. They're chasing us, we'll lead them on." Michael picked me up, running towards the said giant wooden shed as he placed me on the wooden floor of it.

"Stay put until we come for you. Okay?" He quickly spoke as I had no other choice than to nod, looking to the brown of his eyes before I then heard him say a new name."Istvan, get the-" Michael quickly looked back upon hearing horses.

"THERE THEY GO!" A knight suddenly yelled in the distance, followed by the quick sound of the horses hooves on the ground.Michael quickly then pushed me into the small hut to then shut the shed. Running to his horse as Leigha got on hers as well. I saw through the cracks of the wooden door, all three of them take off in another direction, followed by the knights, shooting arrows to their backs as I covered my mouth from the stray noises my fear let on.I waited, and waited and waited, waiting for any sign, any indication that all was okay.But no sign just as that ever came.Leigha nor Michael never came for me.However, their friend Istvan did. The door opening suddenly while I slept on the dusty wooden floor of the shed made my eyes snap open from the abrupt noise.It was early morning, the sun barely arising in the sky as the changing colors tainted the sky soon from the view. It was from which surviving the cold harsh night thanks to Leigha giving me her oversized coat, I was found by the man whom was travelling besides Michael that I barely got to even see the face of.His face had bloodied scratches, looking like either sword cuts or an arrow's graze doing. He looked much older, and had always a frown to darken his features even more to a scary degree.He had looked down to me upon opening the shed as I had looked up to him, the light's rays behind him shining as I squinted my eyes a bit to view him.Without saying a word, he reached down, grabbing me as he had his hand on my shoulder. I did not say a word but comply as well as he took me to his horse. Putting me on, he then got on himself as he then led me far away without a single word.I dared not speak.

Not only was my mind at loss for words and questions swarming me as any child would think, but his presence made one to clearly show me that he did not favor me.At all.I stood quiet as the grassy plains and trees started to fade into the view of some other village. I never said a word still as we now rode the cobblestone path. Villagers working or hustling about as I was still wondering if even now my savior was any savior at all.Will he hurt me?Where was Leigha and Michael?What happened to the Knights?Questions piled up as all I did was merely keep my lips shut.I had looked onwards, knowing nothing I asked anyways would have probably been answered. Looking to the numerous houses almost stacked so close to another, I furrowed my brows lightly. It looked so uncomfortable to be squished so close to other families, I feel so bad for these people practically asleep on the streets as well...Istvan had drawn my attention back to then suddenly hitch his horse to a lone post as his eyes looked to mine. I felt my breath hitch slightly as he spoke, his voice deep and taunting to resound.

"Stay here. Do not move."I couldn't nod or say 'okay'. I was too afraid of him. Looking away after he understood I wouldn't speak, he then knocked to then go into one of the houses.I was stuck outside, looking down to Leigha's oversized coat as I sat upon his horse. Some faces peered to me of the outside men and women staring.I don't remember any thoughts that had crossed me but I remember Istvan coming out some long moments later to then pick me up off the horse and usher me to an elder women in the doorway.

"She's your new guardian. If you do not behave and if she cannot handle you, you will end up in an Orphanage." Istvan spoke looking to me as he then mounted his horse. "Goodbye, kid."

He took one last look to me, his dark eyes looking to my face before turning his head and whipping the reigns lightly to leave.That was the last I've ever seen of that man again.It was from then on that I found I would be traded again and again.That women only housed me for half a year until it was then time for them to give me to another couple who was acquainted with both the older women and Istvan's far friend.I can barely recall even talking to that family. Just chores and more work.

I was like an empty shell in the eyes of these strangers and in the eyes of these people I was weak, quiet, and almost a burden.This happened for the rest of my life. Being handed over to people whom were in the circle. It's like I was some damned kept pet.I was sick of it. Especially the guards they always had me with when I got older.The older I got, the more violent I became. That's probably why I got traded around so much. Because of my arguments and tantrums.

"I'M NOT CLEANING THAT SHIT ANYMORE! GO TO HELL!" I recalled yelling to the family's older son. He always picked on me, pushing me to clean the horse's shit when it was his job. I was only supposed to clean the horses themself or feed them.I had threw the pail buckets. Threw the tools. Stormed away from him only to be in less than a week traded again.

"And this is the illegitimate daughter to the Midland King? I find her to be as linked to royalty as my own pigs would be. She is nothing but a street girl. We do not need another mouth to feed. Tell Peter I said he can have her back in his home."

I had overheard my new holder's speaking about me presumably.I realized soon I was only kept because of my blood as I had recalled Leigha ever disclosing to me.And that's what got me here.All of my decisions, all of my rage, my sorrow, my vengeance and anger, it all got me here now, running.Running away from these blasted hired guards. These men were no more guards than the moon to be the sun. These were just hired mercenaries, penniless souls looking for any work.And they were bad at it too.I never remembered even my father's real name, for I didn't know the King. I didn't even know what Kingdom I was from. It's been so long...I...was just a child...

"Are you alright?" Guts asked as we finally made it to the market.

My thoughts of my past had suddenly vanished as I looked up to him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, just lost in thought." There were people hustling about around us in the village. Averting his brown orbs away, he looked to the market's valuables.

"Well don't be. Find something warm, hoods, boots, tunics, and I'll pick out a weapon for you." He spoke as I looked to the apparel on the market side.

"Thank you then." I grabbed a pair of black boots as he moved his eyes around to look for a blacksmith of a sort probably.

"Don't mention it." He muttered as he gave me the coin purse as I then turned my attention to him.

No matter how I see it now, I feel that this boy before me is going to be a major part of my life.

He saved me now from my past so I can look onwards to my future. He will be apart of it, I won't have it any other way.