I told you I'd tell you more tales of Falraenn, and so I shale. This one starts the night she vanished from Snowborn, never to be seen again, at least not the child Falraenn...
It was a cold night, just before the first snow. The nights grew longer and chillier. The days short, with little sun to warm the ground. For the young lass Falra, it was just another night like any other since the night her parents unlocked the shackles that held her during the day and pushed her out of the house to hunt for the next days meat. When she returned it was to a locked door, no amount of banging begot her access into the small warm dwelling. She banged on the door till the neighbors got the watch. She had no way of telling them she lived there, only the few skinned rabbits she held in her hand. They quickly shooed her away, her parents peeking through the window, saying something she could never hear.
So she found herself alone in a large town she knew nothing of. Somehow she found a warm place to sleep in the hay near the stalls. There was always plenty of hay for the horses, so there was always a warm bed for her to return to. With the wear marks on her wrists from the shackles tossed on them during the day to keep her out of sight of the rest of the town, most thought her an escaped slave of some sort, thus gave her a wide birth. Never helping, never offering a kind hand to her. This was how she lived for several weeks, till that fate filled night.
One night her Papa approached her, took her in kind arms, brining her close. Putting a warm cloak around her tiny malnourished form, and leading her away from her warm haystack. He wore a smile and held her tenderly as he ushered her into a dark alleyway, this was when she found out the true purpose of her father's intent. For Falraenn was sold into slavery that very night. She was young, still pure, ripe for the pickings. Just what the twin brother's needed for their new found venture. They hated the men of Rohan, hated what they stood for and saw those from there as nothing but fodder for their whims. They gave no name for their group, perhaps they never had one, even to this date I have yet to learn of a name.
Now you know how the young child, Falraenn vanished from her hometown, but you do not know what happened to her after that. That is yet another tale of many.
