I'm going to start off Mercy's story with a journey through a forest. At the moment, Mercy is nineteen years old. She left the orphanage about a year ago. She stayed a year late because she was helping out Miss Marla, the orphanage owner. Miss Marla owned the TreeHouse. TreeHouse was the name of the orphanage. It's a misleading name, for it wasn't a tree house. It was a poor simple house that was constantly threatened. Mercy looked up to Marla as her mother image. "A dear she was to have around", is what Mercy would say if you asked about Marla. Mercy left because she knew she could help out more outside of home, but she also knew Marla had help. Poor woman never had a child of her own, nor a husband to have one with.

     Anyways... Mercy was traveling through a forest with her trusty familiar known as Mint. He was a little mouse with a strong and supportive personality. He was born about a week after Mercy and was assigned to her a month after his birth. Mint had light brown fur and adorable sea blue eyes. Mercy and Mint loved to travel together. Which brings me back to the story. Mercy was traveling through a forest with Mint. This forest was home to the local bandit guild know as The Blue Ravens. Mercy knew of this and never cared to fear such a guild.

     As Mercy was walking, multiple cloaked people came out of no where. All these cloaked people had their heads up high. They laughed at Mercy. Mercy put on her false fearful face. They laughed harder as they grew closer to her. "Do we take her in for the prize", "Should we take her to the boss", "Shall we take her goods and leave her here". Those were some of the many whispers Mercy could hear. Mercy had then smirked and said her favorite phrase, "One rose, even alone, can have great and painful thorns". Everyone was silent for a brief moment, but they soon broke into laughter. Mercy decided to take her leave, so she simply defeated all of them with the sword she carried. She carried this sword just in case she can't use her magic, but it was useful for other moments too.

     "You don't mess with every solo person you see! Heh... They might be weirdos, they might ambush you... or worse", Mercy told the thieves as she slowly walked away from the injured, cloaked bandits. "Mercy, you still manage to make a great time out of such boring moments", Mint exclaimed. "Of course I do, I always do", Mercy proudly replied. For the rest of their forest journey, they stayed silent. Mercy was wearing her favorite witch hat. She liked to support witch stereotypes, so she owned a pointy one that was slightly lop-sided. Inside the hat is where Mint would hide. Mercy didn't like showy clothes so she mainly wore shorts, and long, long-sleeved shirts. Mercy was flat-chested, a trait which she was grateful for.

     After being quiet for a while, Mercy was approaching her destination. It was a small village with a small population. This small village went by Mythicks. The lord of Mythicks knew Mercy well. They grew up in the TreeHouse together. The lord was Charles. He was blonde with brown eyes. He was only two years older than Mercy. Charles thought of Mercy as a younger sister. He knew she was wanted by the High court, a group of people with high power... power equal to, or greater than, a king. He let her slide through knowing every risk he's taking. Mercy was thankful for this.