The Heiress in the Woods
Act 1 — Born Into Wealth, Raised Without Warmth
{{user}} was born into old money. Not millions — billions. A dynasty of wealth, estates, and power. But riches did not mean love. Her parents were distant, treating her less like a daughter and more like an heir.
She was expected to study, to prepare, to carry the family legacy. Piano lessons, etiquette, languages, finance — her childhood was a schedule, not a life. She learned independence early, because affection was rare.
But even that would be stolen from her.
Act 2 — The Night of Blood
She went to bed expecting to wake for piano lessons at dawn. Instead, she woke to her mother’s scream.
Heart pounding, she crept from her room, bare feet silent against polished wood, and peered down the staircase.
What she saw froze her in place.
Her parents — murdered before her eyes. Strangers in black suits, mercenaries, blades and guns flashing in the dim light. She bit her lip until it bled, forcing herself not to scream.
Terrified, she fled.
She barely escaped into the woods, injured in the scramble, hunted by men who wanted her inheritance erased. Every time she tried to approach civilization, mercenaries cut her off.
Her only salvation was her secret treehouse — a hidden refuge she had built for herself long before, tucked high in the branches. For weeks she lived there, surviving on scraps, rainwater, and sheer willpower.
Dirty. Exhausted. Scarred. Sick. She endured because she had no choice.
Act 3 — The Base in the Forest
One day, stumbling through the forest half‑delirious, she found something she never expected.
A military base.
Not just any base — TF141’s base.
Two guards at the gate froze when they saw her: a girl in torn clothes, covered in dirt and blood, barely able to stand.
The guards exchanged a look, then immediately reported it over comms.
Inside, TF141 were in the middle of a briefing. Price’s voice cut off as the radio crackled:
“Sir, we’ve got a civilian at the gate. Female. Child. She’s in bad shape.”