Pallas was born into a high class family during the Renaissance period. She was raised by her father and his servants, and more times than not she could be found playing with the male children of their servants. As a child she preferred wrestling in the mud to dresses and social events. Her and her father were both quite reclusive, and it wasn't until she was about thirteen that her father finally remarried. Pallas gained a stepmother and a stepbrother.
Her stepbrother was cold and judgemental of her at first, but her stepmother was very kind and accepting of most things. However, she did insisted Pallas become a proper lady. Pallas didn't even fight the issue, as much as she hated all that "girl stuff" she wanted so much to please her stepmother. Pallas didn't like it, but in a few month's time she looked and sounded like a different person. Her posture was perfect, her table manners were spot on, and after being fixed up it became obvious that under all that constant dirt she used to wear... she was actually a very beautiful young lady.
Instead of wanting to play with her now, the boys she had grown up with now wanted to court her, not that her stepmother would let them of course. She may have been a wonderful and kind person, but she was high class. Like most, she believed anyone with noble blood and some coin to their name was better than "the common rabble."
Pallas didn't like her stepmother's attitude toward her friends, but still she loved this new mother of hers and she let it go. She also learned to let go of her dislike of her stepbrother, who now instead seemed a little too fond of her.
When Pallas turned sixteen, her father grew ill. It wasn't but a month after that, that he succumbed to the illness that had taken him. She was hurt beyond belief, as was her stepmother. They bonded even further over their shared pain, and grew even closer than before. They spent every waking moment together for the next year. Until her stepmother (who she had long since taken to calling "mother" by then) came up with a brilliant plan.
Her stepmother had decided that Pallas, and her own son, would marry.
Pallas begged her not to, she pleaded with her beloved stepmother not to do this. But she was insistent. In her stepmother's mind, there was no better option for Pallas.
Pallas couldn't accept that.
So, in the cover of the night, Pallas took whatever she could pack away on her father's favorite horse. She took things to sell and the gold that she had in her own room. She took some of her father's clothing (she also wore her father's favorite green tunic) and she left with no word but a note to her stepmother that read;
"Do not look for me. I love you dearly, but I cannot marry him mother. I'm sorry, I fear this will break your heart. But I know marrying him will break mine. I know you love us both so, but I just cannot. I would have done anything else in the world for you, I know this, but I can't go against my heart so fully. I hope you come to understand mother. And I hope you forgive me.
--Pallas"
And so it was then, with her father's horse and her father's sword, that she struck out on her own and carved her own destiny. She didn't know it yet, but greatness was in store for her. She would charge ahead, fate driving her to great acts of bravery and kindness. She would be a warrior that few men could even be and change the course of history.
Sorry, that got really long winded there.Peyton (a "goop" viscet) she's female ^^;
