Warning: This work has been rated 16+.
AN - i haven't decided if i'm going to continue with this story or not so please let me know if you would like me to or if you think i should.
A brief introduction
I once read somewhere that the ancient humans used to say being a teenager or a young adult was tough…. Especially for the women but in all honesty it can’t have been as bad as it is now, nearly 300 years later.
I don’t know the exact date but in our days if you weren’t an Elf or a human of high stature, meaning you had money, lots of money than you were considered less than. Nothing but vermin. As a rover, I was considered vermin.
It was only after being bought from my original owners by a rover clan leader at the age of 14 did I finally understand what these ancient humans had meant. As rovers, the men in the clan were used to taking what they wanted, snatching it right out of the hands of their mark. This meant as time went by, and I began to show promise of great beauty, more, and more of my nights were spent warding off these pigs.
At nineteen, I had been lucky, more fortunate than most other female within the clan. Where the others had been bought from slave traders, Magnus had purchased me from a Gnome fight club in the Northern lands. This meant I was at least able to protect myself. While I did my best to help the other girls, when it came down to it, it was every man or in this case women for themselves.
Unfortunately, this also meant i was venerable. Even having the skills to defend myself didn't make me immune to being sold off as a bride, slave to other rover men, that is if the low life of the clan could touch me, which is another reason i am venerable. i have Magnus's personal protection which basically put a target on my back.