Legends of Belariath
Naomi Lythe
Naomi awoke to the smell of burning, the little 13 year old moriel ran out of her room to see flames licking at the curtains and walls of her house, her family was running around trying to put everything out, a large commotion could be heard outside, her father ran to the door and flung it wide... Naomi screamed as an arrow took her father through the neck dropping him to the floor where he thrashed and gurgled till he lay still, the little moriel girl ran for her mother, “Whats going on why are they hurting us?” she wailed, her mother patted her on the head, “I don't know little one now be quick and get out the back.” she said as a man lept inside the house. Naomi ran for it just making it to the back door where she looked back to see the man knock her mother down only to get a dagger in the gut a he tried to leap on top of her. She ran out the back door in tears and off into the nearby woods.
Several hours later she was still in the woods lost and wandering, Naomi was hungry and scared and sad, she knew she'd likely never see any of her family again alive. She was walking into a clearing when she stumbled onto two men from the town, the looked up at her and smiled darkly whispering to eachother, “theres the little bitch that survived.... lets kill her, the rest are dead... know lets have some fun with her and then kill her...” the started to move towards her unaware that she'd overheard them, “Come here little one were here to help.” Naomi, with her hands behind her back let turned the dagger around in her hands watching them, though she was small she was incredibly fast and agile a good example of her race and as they grabbed for her she ducked and shot in slashing twice two lines of red bursting open across their throats as they fell as her father had to the ground gurgling and twitching, she cut there purses off finding a measley sum but one that would help her find some shelter and protection which she apparently needed. Naomi turned from the grisly clearing and left that little town forever heading towards the bigger outpost she had heard of... Nathalion.
12 Years later
Now Naomi had bloomed into a full formed beautiful female moriel, she'd survived, barely, by hiding in the shadows, cutting purses, picking pockets, and living as a street rat barely avoiding rape every day until she'd finally saved enough money to join society and buy a room at “The Lonely Inn”