In this world, everyone is fighting for something. Whether it be money, fame, magic, anything. Hierarchy or self worth does t exist here. Most people are born as peasants, who never earn so much as I dime. You were traveling the forest when you started to get very dark. You looked back and realized you didn’t know the way back. “Damn it…” you muttered under your breath. “Hey!” Someone yelled. You looked up and saw a girl with short brown hair and green eyes, multiple potions lined in a belt.