Rowen Mercier

## The Beginning

Rowen Mercier, a name no one knew in Paris. Rowen was born April 22nd, 1848 to two loving parents. Claire & Louis Mericer. For many years, as a child she drifted along the streets of Paris. Her mother who was from South Wales(Australia) was a zoologist. She loved animals and cared for all types of animals. Scary and not. Her father however, was a fighter. He took place in some of the best fight nights in Paris and won many awards for his great fights, which he would pass his skill down to Rowen someday. All of life was happy for Rowen, she couldn't ask for anything more. When one day, someone broke into their house in the middle of the night. Rowen was prepared to fight and kill whoever was going to threaten their family, she heard fighting and struggling behind the door of her bedroom when she went to get up to open it. She couldn't open it. She pushed herself against the door in hopes she could open it, but it wouldn't budge. She kept slamming herself against it when suddenly, she heard her mother crying and then silence broke out in the room. She backed up slowly to her bed and found a bat by her bedside table that her father taught her to use in case of petty criminals or thefts jumped in her the streets, and she prepared to die. That's when she heard someone walking across the floor and a door slammed in the other room, and silence broke out again. They were gone. She went to the door and used a nearby crowbar to break through the door, and crawling through it she saw her mother, dead on the floor with a glass bottle in her hand. She ran to her and cried. Wondering, who could've done this and why? After sometime, she got up with tears dripping off of her face and walked into her parents bedroom, the door creaked open slowly and she glanced inside. Her father was no where to be seen. She remembered, tonight was the night her father had a huge fight night. He told her earlier in the day he was going to be gone all day and night due to training and the actual event. Her mother stayed home to take care of Rowen and prepare dinner and breakfast for him when he came back in the morning. She was in shock. She turned and looked at her mother wondering what she could do. A fifteen year old girl, with blood on her hands, people knowing she knows how to fight, evidence all around her and a broken door. People would accuse her of murdering her own mother. She couldn't stand the thought, she hated the truth. She only had one option, to leave. That's when she cleaned up the most she could, she took her mother down the steps and found a nearby area where she could properly lay her down and bury her. She cried, the whole time. That's when she went home, packed all her things, all her belongings and some food and left before sunrise when her father would arrive back home. She waited at the boat dock in the morning, waiting for a boat, she went up to see where the next boats would be traveling to. One of them stuck out more than all of the other names, Saint Denis.

## Teenage Life in Saint Denis

After a long voyage to Saint Denis, Rowen decided to get herself a nice hotel room with the money her mom had left. Hopefully, with time she could find some sort of job to help keep herself up, now that she was alone. She also feared her father would come after her, still thinking she killed her mother. But, if that day was to ever come, she'd sure be strong enough to uphold herself. With time, Rowen eventually found some good work at the boat docks that gave her enough income to sustain herself at the hotel she got. She had to move once or twice, but life was good to her. She found herself going to the brothel as she got older, at eighteen when she was lonely. However, she wasn't really one for love. She didn't like getting into her feelings too deeply. She was more of the type to have the time of her life with a girl for one night and then drift apart. She felt like a side of her wasn't worth loving and that really got to her head. She figured now that she had no family, she was nothing and the only thing that made her feel alive every once in a while was a random woman in a brothel. The next day after getting up from a long night, she went to work at the boat dock to pack luggage for rich people. She hated rich people, they were always so bossy and noisy at why she always was so dirty. She started walking back to her apartment after a long day at work, and walked down an alleyway, getting jumped by a bunch of random kids and beat, she had to pick herself up and walk back to her apartment once again. Around midnight, she got up and decided to drift back to her old habits, and back to the same old brothel that numbs her pain. She drank all night, had a little too much fun and lost sense of all reality. The sun came up and she was still there, leaning over the same bar. That's when a woman walked in behind her, loud high heel boots walking across the floor coming up behind her. She turned, drunk and a little dizzy to see a woman with her hair tied up in a black bun and dressed in black and gold lean over the bar and ask for a shot. Rowen looked at her and she smelled of a strong fancy perfume. Drifting back towards the woman pouring the drinks, she watched her pour the shot for the woman dressed in black and gold. "You smell of poor." She heard being faintly said beside of her. "You smell of a snobby rich bitch." Rowen replied back, looking at her. The woman smirked at her remark and threw some money down on the bar for the shot she got, standing up she signaled for Rowen to come with her and said. "Come on, let's get you some new clothes." Rowen confused, she said "I don't even know your name." The woman replied back, "Saint" and walked out of the bar, Rowen following behind. That was the day Rowen met Saint and since then, they have been unstoppable together. Rowen was eighteen.