Neverwinter Forest spitfire

Maybe @Cypress? Otherwise all welcome.

In her time there, the dark girl had grown used to the thick trunks of the trees and the chill of the air that had settled in. She had been a child of summer, and it was because of this that she had survived the kidnapping. The events of that day still seemed a blur to the Blackthorn child, but she was growing swiftly and she knew that growth brought change. To say that she had accepted her fate within Neverwinter Forest was a sad reality. Lucy had made a home with the Frostfur wolves; she had grown attached to the boys in a way that she could not have explained. 

As her wounds had healed, the girl had found herself wandering further and further from their den. The stretch of trees had been a frightening and unfamiliar experience for her to have to learn, but she had found that repetition was proving to be her best aid. Every day she would find herself stepping further and further away from the family den until she was in a realm that she had never seen before. 

The emotions were always similar - first was fear. Lucy despised the dread that would flush through her blood when she found herself in an area that she had never been. Once, embarking on the unknown had been a thrill, and she was furious that it had been turned into something so awful. When the panic had disappeared, she would settle into the second emotional stage: confusion. There were still fleeting memories of her old home that would be spurred by miscellaneous objects - an odd tree trunk, an intimidating boulder - but she did not know why or how she could seek them out. Finally, she found herself washed away in the last emotion. It was a feeling that had clung to her many times since she had arrived in the forest pack; sadness. 

Lucy was trapped. 

The inky child did not know if it was wise to search for her previous home, or if she were better off to accept her fate. There were days when she missed the loving sparkle of Eljay's apple-green eyes, or the lisp of Lagan's words, but she knew better than to wander too far. The crippling image of the monster still plagued her young mind, and she wondered if there would ever be a time when she would feel strong again.