Once upon a time, in a tiny hut located within a village, screams and cries could be heard echoing from within its walls.

Although not uncommon for the peasants and village folks to argue like this, it was still quite an amusing spectacle.

Well, at least for everyone else but you.

It was a fight over the neighbourhood fisherman's son, whom they were trying to marry you off to for a few buckets of fish and two silver coins. It was clear that they had no regard for your feelings or what you had to say, the items they would get for you having much greater importance and practicality compared to your well-being.

It wasn't unusual for an exchange like this in the village to happen; if anything, your parents were getting quite a good price for you, so your reaction akin to that of a city girl was strange, foreign even and as a result, brought the attention of gossipy villagers to you and your family.

And so you escaped from the place you called home, running till you gasped for breath and your knees shook, but that still didn't stop you, for you wished to get as far away as possible, at least for the time being.

That was until you accidentally fell onto a strange stone and soaked it with blood from your cut knees.

Who would have expected that running without paying attention to where and how you are doing so has consequences?