Chapter 2 Past.

Elven woman's past

Her father is a former adventurer, but her mother is an elf who he seduced on his adventures when he was still young. Returning from one of his trips he had a serious wound on his knee and then when he needed help he met her. They traveled the world a lot until they finally decided to stay somewhere permanently. They were a very loving couple until their half elf daughter was born.

This was the first disappointment for the father, who had always wanted to have a son who would be a brave warrior like him. He imagined that he would teach him to fight with a sword and bring glory to the family as a hero.

The second disappointment was her appearance, she was completely unlike her parents, what stood out most was her clean pale skin and beautiful white hair, which neither of them had, then the father began to wonder if maybe it was some kind of witchcraft, a curse or that maybe it wasn't even his child. Actually, people similarly had no idea what was going on and a bunch of rumors circulated around the village because of it. Only the mother was happy with her daughter and didn't care about others, for her she was the most important.

The third disappointment was her affliction. For some reason, she was not able to stay in the sun for too long. Because It started to burn her skin and made her insides boil. As a result, for most of her youth, she couldn't do many jobs that the children could help with, or even play normally, because you can't stay outside forever and avoid the sun. With the time this effect was greatly reduced but she still wasn't okay with staying on the sun.

This all things also caused her trauma. She was scared of her father, who perpetually demanded something from her, expected her to be different than she was, criticized her and her every action. He also compared her to other children. Actually, it's no wonder she was afraid of him as she never heard a good word from him.

The only person she could rely on was her mother. She was the one who sewed her a cloak that was airy so it wasn't so warm for her and covered her body from the sun. It at least allowed her to move around outside without too much trouble.

The mother was a special person. She cared for her daughter as if she were her greatest treasure. She told her about the world outside the village and its dangers even wanted to teach her a little magic because she felt she might have potential. There was only one problem.

When our elf girl was 10 years old her mother died. The father went into a rage because he loved his wife more than anything, not like his daughter. He began to blame the whole world for the fact that his wife was dead, that if they had continued to travel they would have been fine, maybe if there was no pregnancy she would be stronger, many thoughts was flowing through his mind.

His mother had simply died of illness.

It was a small village, forgotten by the world if anyone came here it was once a month or to the local blacksmith to order something. Such things in the remote area were a daily occurrence. However, this woman was important to the village because she was a good herbalist, as any elf is, but she wasn't able to help yourself. Because of this, the village was doomed to serious disease problems or the considerable expense of having someone new come here who knew how to heal people.

Soon after the death of his wife, the father began to beat his daughter, because who could defend her. The people of the village didn't know about it, and even if they did, everyone had enough of their own things on their minds. They mainly followed the orders of the village chief because he was one of the only educated people. The people of the village were ordinary people like any other. Keeping an eye on the field, avoiding danger, going home to eat and sleep. The only occasion for them to do something different was at various celebrations.

Of course, there were more smart people besides the leader. For example, the local blacksmith lady who was also a goldsmith. Well, and there was also a rich part of the village, but they were mostly merchants.

The village was very small, a few houses with fields, a couple of houses for rich merchants and a couple of buildings for professions such as blacksmith or butcher.

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Going back to the elf and her father, these constant fights with him and listening to his challenges lasted for 4 years after his mother's death, until he himself finally fell a bit in health, probably due to the lack of his wife who took care of everyone. He was also no longer able to feed himself, it was hard to get enough money when you are alone. He even started drinking huge amounts of alcohol. If it only could help.

That's why he sold his wife's belongings, which for his daughter was not acceptable and caused more quarrels. He sold the stuff to all sorts of people whether it was wanderers or people from the village, there was practically nothing left. Not even her underwear. The last thing that was left were our elf's current clothes.

When the drunken father was about to take it away from her. The elven woman struggled a lot with him and punched him for the first time. From her fist straight to his most precious and tender place. The man didn't expect it and was unable to react, he collapsed to the ground, the daughter, terrified and pleased with the result that she managed to defend her possession, hit him again in the same place, this time with her foot and ran away. She didn't have a plan where she was going she just ran ahead. When she was quite far away all she heard was a shout to not come back here again.

When she collapsed from exhaustion she found herself in front of a blacksmith and jeweler's workshop. This building was located in the wealthier part of the village. And it was managed by a single woman in her 30.

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Night was approaching and the elf had nowhere else to go, she was so tired, so she decided to spend the night here on the street.

In the morning she woke up and saw a large queue to the goldsmith, because of that our elf was full of admiration for this profession, how many beautiful and rich people used such services.

The elf sat in front of the workshop and admired the work of the woman blacksmith and jeweler in one. In time they even got to know each other and became friends. She was spending the night mainly in front of the workshop. Durning the day it happened that sometimes one of the richer people, not necessarily even a local, threw her something to eat or gave her some money.

Not long after, she began to take care of herself and decided to go out into the woods. From the stories of her beloved mother she knew about its dangers a bit so she moved quietly like a mouse. She looked there for food, often berries of various kinds. And she avoided all sorts of dangerous creatures, so she began to sneak and move quite well.

And so it went on and on. To the forest and to the blacksmith that was her whole life. After a year or so when the rumors of her father's conflict with the her quieted down, the lady goldsmith began to show her what the job was like, decided to take care of her and teach her a bit, she was kind to her like her mother. Blacksmithing job wasn't easy, of course, but it was good exercise for body and mind.

And so the years of the elven woman struggling to survive continued, she tried to make ends meet and learn as much as possible until finally the day came when it was all about to change.