"Whats yer name girly?" The large man bellowed out. He was old, blind in his left eye and could do with a bath, but she wasn't going to say that, currently she was in a bad spot as it was.
"Riven." She replied cooly. As much as she wanted to bad mouth the man, the soldiers surrounding her stopped that thought in her head. The man grimaced, notating something on a piece of parchment. "Family name?"
She hesitated. Bastards were always thrown to the fields. Mucking horses or cleaning bathwater. She cleared her throat. "Stone." The man stopped writing for a moment. "Say that again." "It's stone, as in I'm a bastard." She finished, body tensing up. Why had she come to the enlistment office? She had concocted this dumb idea in her head. Off the streets and into a warm bunk house. Until all the stories of how they treated Bastards started to drift her way. She was ready for the worse though.
The man grinned, notating one final time on the parchment and gesturing to the men around her. "Send the girly to the camp. We'll see how long she lasts, isn't that right Stone?"
Riven narrowed her eyes and set her shoulders. He'd see. She'd be as good as a soldier as she knew she could be. She'd leave her bastard name behind and actually become someone.
