Thanks to all the strife, wars broke out. When wars broke out, things got damaged. Towns and villages were abandoned or torn down thanks to fighting. War. A three letter word fueled the hearts of so many lost souls, trying to give them something legitimate to fight for. And yet it was a lie. Fighting wasn't a worth while cause. Because of people fighting and disagreeing, the young girl had been detached from any sort of home. When she was thirteen, she was slowly discovering her own hidden talents. Her parents feared she would be attacked because of such thing and moved away from the humble town. For a while, the family of three traveled around, keeping her daughter's power a secret. Magic wasn't seen as a good thing. It was black and white. Some people thought she was some Goddess while others thought she was a demon.
Sometimes she enjoyed playing into those stereotypes, for fun. Of course thanks to those actions, she and her parents had to move around a lot, never finding a safe place for too long. Soon Mela realized that her powers were more of a curse than anything else. The only home she once had was gone now. The friend she once had were also gone and the changed had begun when magic was found. Did she hate her magical power? Not exactly. She found it to be useful but only in rare situations. For the most part, the girl kept them under lock and key. Many people who had powers, could do things like make the earth move and it was those people who got recruited into factions around the land. The last thing she wanted was to get sucked into politics so she tried to keep her power a secret.
When the girl was seventeen, she saw a fight breaking out between someone with powers and a group of people without powers. She scoffed and kept walking until she realized the group was about to kill the male with powers. Quickly snagging her weapon and taking aim, she inflicted a deep burn on everyone in the group. It was in that moment that Mela realized that she couldn't try and stay out of the heavy conflicts. She was involved because of her powers whether she liked it or not. So why not fight for who she was and what other people were? In the same year, she helped her parents settle down in a small town near a lush forest. She insisted they live out the rest of their days without worry. It was obvious they had suffered enough with having her as a daughter. Mela didn't wish to endanger them any longer and left soon after.
The girl traveled around, doing good wherever it was needed. Sometimes she would charge should the need for funding arise. When she was eighteen, a small gang of other magical users recruited her for a few missions. Even though she felt a need to defend those like her, she didn't want to do harm against those who were defenseless. It was a tight line to walk and after witnessing her group kill an innocent village, she gladly turned the tables on them and made them see that they were no better than those who they hated. Mela decided she would be better suited by herself, she went back to traveling around. Her mission was to find a place undisturbed where she wouldn't have to see war. It was something that haunted her and she knew she was far too young to be as disturbed as she was.
If people would get over themselves and accept everyone as they were, then pointless wars would cease to exist. Maybe that was wishful thinking though. The girl continued to travel and didn't stay in any place for too long, mostly due to habit and to protect herself. It seemed whenever she stayed around and got attached, it just got ripped out of her hands. Why would she want to keep getting hurt? She would find a way to end the wars and restore peace. She was determined to do it alone if she had to, and she knew she would. No one else had their heads out of their asses besides her it seemed. At the moment, Mela was walking along a dirt road which reached from one horizon to the next. All around her was lush green grass. It was springtime, and even though many people were struggling to make ends meet, mother nature seemed unaware of said hardship and took to gracing the land with good weather.
"With all this green around maybe the small tavern up ahead will have a decent meal to offer." She smirked to herself as she approached said establishment. There stood a wooden tavern about the size of a small hut. It was covered in dust and made the woman question even entering. But she was tired and had been on her feet for too long so she decided to take a gamble and take a look. Heading up, she pushed the door open and saw the inside betrayed its contents. It was actually bigger than it looked and had a nice bar, seats, tables. Making her way to the bar, she sat down and took out a piece of bronze and tossed it at the bar-tender. "One beer please." She smiled. The man nodded and picked up the small coin which he had been unable to catch.
While she waited, she took off her bow and arrow and set them down in front of her and dusted them off. Sighing she rubbed her neck and figured she could take her time while she rested up before heading back into the heat. "Sounds like a plan. Hey thanks." She said to herself and then to the man who set down a tall cold glass in front of her. Licking her lips, she took a big gulp and set it down. "Hey, got any food to eat?" Mela asked eagerly.