Yeah I've had this concept for a long time now, and finally got to write it. Even if I'm not done with the family secret, I'll be working on this (I sadly got writers block for FS...) So here it is, my main's origins and backstory that spans from her young childhood to her young adult life. Some of you may think shes the babbling idiot who only cares about creating life which ends up causing chaos, but when you read this (And hopefully the chapter where it explains why she does that.) you'll think differently of her, and eventually view her differently. And also if you're wondering why this intro sounds better, yet confusing...well...I had some help from my teacher. Shes a good writer giving me tips every now and then. Other than the small help, I wrote most of it out of my small brain. So here it is, the first portion of the story-- Incomplete because I'm writing this in school and the comps here suck. EDIT: Gonna type the rest once chapter 2 is completely done =) Spoiler A young girl stood upon a tall standing bridge, north of a small city in Prestoria. She looked down into a swift stream of roaring water, 20 feet below her and sighed softly to herself. The girl’s hands were bound and tied behind her back, the wrists bound with a cord. A rope closely encircled her small neck—it was attached to a strout cross timber above her head and the slack fell to the level of her knees. Some loose boards laid upon the sleepers supporting the metal’s of the apparent bridge supplied a footing for her and her executioners- Two large and burly men of a group well known against the great of good, directed by a tall and muscular man who In his civil life may have been a guard of some sorts. At a short remove upon the same temporary platform was another equally as tall man, armed. Beyond the men was nobody in sight; the bridge gave way to a simple dirt road and into an idle forest for a hundred yards, then, curving, was lost to view. Doubtless there was an empty outpost farther along. The other back of the stream was open ground- A gentle upwards slope topped with a stockade of vertical tree trunks, loop holed for riffles, with a single embrasure through which protruded the muzzle of a brass cannon commanding the bridge. Midway of the slope between bridge and camp were the ‘spectators’—a single group of armed men in line, at an unusual stance, the ends of the riffles on the ground, the barrels inclining slightly backwards against the right shoulder, their hands crossed upon the stock. The lead man stood at the right of the line, the point of his sword upon the ground, his left hand resting upon his right. The girl who was engaged in being hanged was apparently about the age of 4. She was of royal decent, if one might judge by her clean face and polite attitude. Her features were good- a straight nose, firm yet gently mouth and scarlet lips, slightly broad forehead from which her long dark hair was combed straight back, falling behind her small ears to the laces holding her white dress. Her eyes were large, gleaming pools of chocolate and had a kindly yet daring expression which one would hardly have expected to have her neck in the rope loop. Evidently, this was no assassin or thief. But by the rules upon the men quickly stated….the ones against the liberation, the continuing fight…must be hanged and never again spoken of. She was no exception being the easiest to capture. C+CC is welcomed.