Rhapsody Aria

[Rhapsodess]

The world can be a wonderful place. Yet in an instant, it can also be one of the worst places imaginable. Rhapsody knew that a bit better than most. She knew that life did not really favor anyone, it was just the setting for what would happen in someones story. Hers was not worse than some, but to her in the beginning it was her own personal hell.

She was born in Cormyrian woods near the Dalelands, a single child to a happy father. He loved her immensely, and she loved him. Her mother however, was distant. There was no real reason for it, but the distance would only increase as the years went on. Rhapsody had a happy forty-five years or so growing up with her family, even if her mother was not as responsive. Little to Rhapsodys knowledge, this would all end so suddenly, in just one night. Her normal life, shattered, gone.

It was in the middle of the night, Rhapsody woke up to something she had never felt before. The floors in her house trembled, and cries of pain rent the air. She ran out of her room to check on her father and mother, but stopped cold as she stepped out. There were three corpses on the floor of her house, all three of them drow. Her skin prickled as she somewhat understood what was happening. Her eyes shot to her father who was leaning against the wall, bleeding from a mortal wound, her mother frantic. She rushed to her fathers side, but even in her childlike mind, she knew there was no saving him. He died in her arms with a smile as she sobbed over his corpse. No more than a minute later, the door burst open as more drow shoved their way in. Hysterical, her mother made a choice. She could either stay here and possibly die or be kidnapped, as this was a drow raiding party, or she could attempt to escape by using a distraction. The only thing close by was Rhapsody, still clutching her father. Her mother had never truly cared for the child, and at that moment her decision was made. She abandoned Rhapsody to the drow and made her escape in the night.

It wasn't hard to imagine what came next. Their little village was razed, fathers slain, children and woman imprisoned. It was no different for Rhapsody. She was put into chains along with the others and they were forced into the Underdark. This was where Rhapsody would now grow up, in the light of crystal and mushrooms, yet no sun or moon to shine their light down on them. She was treated like a typical slave, insults, violence, and abuse were all thrown at her for being a lesser race. None of the others were treated well either. She endured this for years until one of the drow houses decided to experiment with her. They took her and forced her to undergo rigorous training, shaping her into their very own disposable tool. Grief and pain had broken her soul, she was the perfect type to mould into something. And so they did. They moulded her into their very own child assassin. She became an unerring shot with a bow, dipping poisons into an enemy when her target was pierced. She was successful for the most part, but they never let her go without reminding her she was disposable. ///Still in progress of writing this, will change when I have more time to write this up =)///