Legends of Belariath
Roni
The life of a slaves child.
Roni, a sylvan, was born in the recesses of a human city, though there wasn't much memory of it. Roni was, in essence, a mistake, something not ment to happen. Her mother didn't wish her about, but was forced to raise her for the first few years, keeping her hidden for the most part from a human master who didn't wish the responsibility. Forced to truely fend for herself, between getting sent from one family relation to another, at the age of eighteen she ran. Ran from her family, ran from the memory of being unwanted, she just ran.
Her travels would start in the deep forest range where she'd last been sent to, breaking free from the sylvan village in the deepest part of the evening when all were asleep. It was then that she delved into the darkness of thievery, silently breaking into the communal treehouses to fund her trip, taking satchelfuls of fruits and sweetbreads, the occasional trinket to sell later. Prepared as best as she could be, she slipped into the darkness of night, rapidly disappearing into the foliage of the forest. She feared nothing, truely, her life wasn't the best and had made her a rather hardy surviver, if anything, given her sylvan nature, the beasts, wolves at that point in the night, left her be to sing a ballad to the brilliant silvery moon that lit her path.
Unknownst to her, she ended up backtracking, coming across every village she'd ever been sent to, though she avoided going into them like the plague, either her relatives were seeking her, or she simply had no wish to be found. Every two villages, she'd end up stopping, hiding under the cover of nightfall, sneaking into the villages. Her reserves were dwindling rapidly, at least two days between villages, trying to get back to the city where she originally came from. If anything, to see for herself why her mother treated her as such. Stealing what she needed, she'd move on without word, leaving behind nothing that might link her, far too careful of such things.
Two weeks, it had taken her three full weeks to backtrack enough, sometimes getting lost, sometimes the weather hindered her, but she finally found the massive city that her mother lived in. Built by humans, an obvious part of the empire, she made her way inside, the guards, ever suspicious of strangers, eyed her, kept track of her as long as she was within their view. Now a new quest laid before her, to find where her birth mother lived, to find out -why- her life had to be as harsh as it was. There was never a doubt in Roni's mind that life could have been better, something happened, intervined and wrecked havok on the poor sylvan child. Questions, here and there, she knew what her mother looked like, her aunt had a drawn portrait back at her village.
Finally, after several days investigation, hungry, she found the home that her mother lived in, though, it certainly wasn't hers. Surprised, the house was human in design, and run by such. Again, in the dark of night, she lingered, watching from a nearby roof, watching that household, in hopes of seeing her mother. There were still feelings, resentment and betrayal in particular that resurfaced when she finally set eyes upon the woman that was claimed to be her mother. Nude, wearing nothing save for a basic steel collar, she understood then what had befallen her, at least in that sense. Her mother was a slave, a toy for her human master, and treated as such. Watching on, she would see the human step up to her and strike her sharply across the cheek. Roni winced, as if she could feel the pain, the flesh bruising, and it was then she turned away. It was her choice then, to discard her life as it was previously.
It was sometime later that she stumbled upon the lands of Nanthalion, and The Lonely Inn.