Avis was born in the household of the wealthy Rossi family of Italy. She had lived a wealthy life style, adorned in the latest fashion, favored upon by butlers and servants, you name it. It was a lifestyle any girl dreamed up, but one Avis quickly tired of. Sitting through long lectures, acting polite to male admirers, attending festivals she did so halfheartedly upon her father's request. Through her half laden eyes of boredom, Avis would cast an eye out the window and to the sea where she dreamed to get away.
But getting away didn't seem worth it anymore.
The black plague had swept through, leaving the Rossi household in ruins. Everyone in Avis' reach had been infected and left to die upon their beds. At the time, Avis had sat and wept by her father's place of sleep where he began to close his eyes for the last time.
"Avis," He wheezed, "Get out of this unholy place. God has saved you for a reason, Avis. Make father proud. Go, find your uncle in Abralem."
Avis clenched her fist at the memory. It was her fault the plague came and destroyed her family. Had she not thought wishfully upon leaving, they'd still stand. It was an act of punishment brought upon Avis for her sins, Avis believes this. No, it had to be true. What other reason would a God do such a thing?
"Are you lost, young boy?" Inquired a man on horseback upon the road Avis choose to take to Abralem. She hesitated, and brought the fist to her chest to further hide what little she had bindied. It was dangerous for a woman to travel around in these parts. Dressing as a man was the best way to go.
"No, sir. I'm fine, thank you."
"Very well. Care of these parts, lad," With the dip of his head, the man road onward. Avis glanced at him with a sigh. Perhaps she should venture through the woods.