Our story is about the life of a young human girl, and her idyllic life in her village. Her name was Elena.

She lived a fullfilling life, having fun with her friends, playing the games kids usually play, helping out her parents in the camps, listening to the stories her old granny told her. Stories about knights in shining armor that saved princesses from their kidnappers, fought against greater evils and saved the world.

At the age of 12, she was pretty much ready to claim her own class from the village chief, and becoming an active member of the community. Some years later, she would have married, have kids and live an happy life until she died. Then, her kids would have reapeted this process, until the end of times, in the endless cycle of life.

Or, that would have happened if her village was able to pay taxes and the king didn't decide to raze her village to the ground as an example.

Long story short, her parents were slaughtered, together with all the people from the village, and she was forced to run, so to escape the destiny of all the women that were taken alive. Rape.

An idyllic life, as I was saying.

She ran into a forest nearby, hiding from the searching parties the shining knights that had fun dismembering her grandma sent after her.

POV CHANGE – Elena

She ran, stopping only to eat berries and edible roots, drinking water and taking a shit. She was lucky that gr- they teached her to distinguish between edible plants and poisonous plants. She would have probably been dead by now if she didn't know.

The first day was the worst. She never stopped running, tears streaming all over her face, making it harder and harder to see where she was even going. She could hear them, shouting all over the forest, searching hrr with their dogs, the same that tore apart the youngest children...

The threat of being captured, and of what came after... it never really left her.

Finally, she entered the thickest part of the forest, where they couldn't follow her because of their larger bodies. There was always the danger of being killed by monsters, but it was still better than... that.

A few days later, she knew she lost them. She couldn't hear them at all anymore, so she slowed down and searched something to eat. She luckily found a torrent, together with enough plants to recover all that she lost because of the tears, sweat, shit and piss.

... and she also took some time to make a bath with the cold, freezing water of the stream.

Then, she finally got some sleep. On a tree. She wasn't so stupid as to get asleep on the ground in the middle of a forest filled with god knows what kind of monsters. It was a disturbed rest, the kind where you wake up every few minutes because you are going to fall from the tree you are sleeping on.

The next day, she resumed her march. She couldn't stop now. Even if the soldiers weren't following her anymore, she had to get out of the forest, no one survived more than a week inside of that hell. She was already lucky enough that nothing had attacked her yet, she wasn't ready to challenge her bad luck once again.

So, I jumped down from the tree and started walking again.

Three days later of walking barefoot (her shoes were lost long ago), eating berries and the impending danger of a monster attacking, she was finally out of the forest. More or less.

She arrived at the feet of a small mountain, surrounded by the forest for as far as her eyes could see. She had no choice but to go around it, hoping to find a way out. No way in hell she was going to traverse a rocky mountain, filled with sharp and pointy rocks barefoot.

So she walked. And walked. And walked some more. Until, in the wake of the next day, she found a cavern. Or more like an abandoned mine. There were a couple rusty picks outside, mostly broken and almost useless, and a small hatchet in the same conditions. She picked the axe up, it would obviously become useful for her self-defence if she didn't die before having a chance to use it. Then, she entered the cave.

It was a straight tunnel right into the heart of the mountain, that went on for approximately half a kilometer. Before reaching the end, she counted six holes that departed from the main road, but even after checking all of them she found out they were only small rooms, probably where the miners had found a vein of some minerals and had decided to dig some more.

Along the tunnel, every fifty meters or so, there were thick wooden pillars, probably there to prevent a cave-in. The strange thing was that while the tools outside were rusty and ruined by time and weather, these normal looking wooden pillars were in top condition. But she wasn't an expert, so she kept walking on.

At the end, she entered a large room, the largest one yet. It was a strange room, definitely not something you expected to find in an old mine. On the right side, was a small library, just a couple of shelves really, but a real mine of knowledge for a village girl who had seen only a couple of books in her entire (short) life. On the left side, was something that looked far more normal for the little girl. A small table with a single chair, something resembling a kitchen with the appropriate utensils (in top notch conditions) and a small single bed.

And, at the other side of the room, was something resembling a laboratory. Three table accosted with all sorts of things on top, test tubes and the likes you would find in a chemistry laboratory. She obviously didn't have the slightest idea of what all that was, but she knew it was made of transparent glass, something worth its weight in gold.

She neared the tables on the other end of the room, and on top of them found two books that made her eyes widen in surprise. They were skill books.

Skill books.

Something every kingdom sought after, depending on the kind of skill you could learn from them. Most contained normal and common skills like Swordsmanship or Farming, which everyone could learn with little training.

But then, there were the ones that could teach you things like Earthquake, a powerful Earth type spell, and things changed.

Kingdoms broke into war to obtain those, cities were razed to the ground to obtain them, chaos was ensured.

And, she had found two.

And, she didn't hesitate a moment to use them.

She didn't forget. She wanted revenge. And for that, she needed the power.

How could she not have come to that conclusion sooner?

They have to die. All of them.

A grin covered Elena's face, and she activated the power of the books.

[Rare Skill obtained! Analyze-Self]

[Uncommon Class obtained! Necromancer]

Her grin spread even wider. A rare skill and a Class Book.

Eh, not bad. How many would have died in the war that would have ensured to take control over these treasures?

She was a hero. Not.

A mad laugh escaped her lips, and she lost herself to the euphoria.

"Activate skill: Analyze-Self" her voice came out harsher, broken by her crazy giggles.

But it didn't matter, the skill worked anyway.

[ --- Status Screen --- ]

Name: Elena | Class: Necromancer – Apprentice | Level : 1

Condition: Fine

[ --- Stats --- ]

Str: 5 | Cos: 5 | Dex: 8

Int: 7 | Wis: 6 | Per: 7

[ --- Skills --- ]

Common: Basic Farming III | Reading II | Writing I

Uncommon: Raise Lesser Undead I [Lesser Zombie]

Rare: Analyze-Self

[ --- End of Status Screen --- ]