Lost long ago from a village far away in the cold north she has survived on her own. Wandering the places but never getting to close. The horrors of a village slaughtered took her to the safety of the wild and the learning a new life. The screams of the damned long after they are dead now follow her. The dreams of hell and heaven and what they have to offer should one step off branched pathway. So many things now she sees in dreams or in reality and yet she survives. The human who has learned life is about survival. Not faith. Not following someone or something but living life as you wish. Of learning and nothing more. Her age is young but she remembers not much from her time growing up. Only the smell of death and blood Of the begging others did to live. Of the Harvesters coming in great numbers. Slaughtering all that may live. Leaving her with a tattoo of blood and ink. Leaving her with an unknown future to seek out. The dreams help her. The screams push her. Always moving. Never any peace to be found. Only the drive to move on and seek out something she has yet to understand.