[Third person pov | Edryn | Mount Cyclops]

Mount Cyclops was home to the last known clan of dwarves, the Hallowhill clan. The Hallowhill clan was large, having grown over it's many years of being there, shielded from the horrors of the ninja world by the mountain which was littered with caves.

The dwarves of the Hallowhill clan were hardworking, just like their ancestors before them. They were craftsmen, it's what had kept them alive so long. They crafted their own tools, made their own clothes, forged their own weapons and built up their own houses. And even though they were small, they were fierce, strong warriors that could stand their own against almost anything.

Almost anything.

 Who would've thought someone had it out for them. Who would've thought anyone even knew of their existence! They'd kept silent, and they never got any visitors. But someone had to have found out about them, because they came. And they wiped the already dying race out. While their clan was large, they were still only about 50 dwarves in a world full of billions of humans.

The ones who came wore black cloaks, all of which had a blue north star printed on the back's of them. Their faces were shaded by their hoods, but the dwarves knew they weren't completely human. They to were from some sort of lost clan. But the question was, why were they after them? Were they an old enemy, or simply someone who just wanted them gone?

They put up a good fight, the dwarves. But these things were strong, and they hadn't been ready. Dwarves, while strong, didn't like violence. They were creatures who leaned towards peace, but they could defend themselves if needed.

The head of the clan, their king and commander, also fought. But not before making sure his only daughter made it out alive, the heir to the throne. His daughter, Edryn, was one of the last female dwarf to be born, the rest had been male as that was the dominant gender in their race. The young dwarf had fought to stay so she could stand by her people but in the end she was sent away on the back of a horse.

That night the clan fell fighting. And the enemy, after burning down the village, left, not suspecting that anyone could've escaped. But Edryn made it out unscathed. And when her horse finally stopped long enough for her to get off, she was almost an entire land away, having crossed out of the land of rivers and into the land of fire.

She knew her family was gone, she could feel it. And it wasn't a nice feeling either. It was like part of her soul had broken off and disappeared into thin air. So with tears in her eyes and determination in her heart, she grabbed her bag and trudged on. 

She would avenge her family, but she'd have to live to do it. She would do it for their honor, for them. She wouldn't let vengeance consume her, but she wouldn't stand by either. She was going to protect their honor, even if it meant dying.

Crossing into the land of fire, she surprisingly wasn't noticed despite the borders strict patrols. Nobody noticed her walk through their villages, and no animals attacked her when she trudged through the dark woods.

Edryn knew she needed sleep, she just needed to find a good place to whole up. She'd built shelters before. Hell, she helped build her own house. But never had she been totally alone in the dark woods left to fend for herself. And honestly, she as scared.

Cracking her knuckles, she picked up a large branch.