Ana was always a fighter. Her mother, her godmother, her father…they were all fighters too. They fought for the people the ruled over until the fateful day when their castle and lands were attacked and destroyed. Even though Ana had only been 10 and unskilled, she still wished she had been able to do something. Instead she had been rushed away.
Now 8 years later, Ana was still burning in fury at the thought her family had been killed by the same wretched people who hunted her to the day. The Mortians where awful killing machines. There was no way in hell she was going to be killed by them, she fought. Ana walked in the rain towards a place she once held dearly in her heart as a kid. A large library that was located near the water. She had to hide here just long enough to heal quickly. The Mortian following her had caught her twice with their sword. Once on her arm and back then again on her thigh. Then she would go after them again, and this time she would do more damage to them….