Fight back

It's a bad move. Three unarmed barely-adults versus five well-trained men armed to the teeth. The three of them are rapidly beaten and subdued.

"What shall we do with em boss?" A wiry merc asks a huge mountain of a man.

The giant man scratches his beard. "Kill the two boys. Keep the girl. She'll fetch a pretty price at the **** markets."

Brandon and Marcus' final screams before they are silenced with a wet thwack will forever echo in Eris' mind.

"Shall we sample the goods first?" One of the mercs proposes, salivating at the chance to get his hand on a girl.

"Check if she's a virgin. Those can go for a premium. If she is, you can use her other holes. If she's not, let loose." Their leader waves his hand dismissively. "Finish up in an hour and then we move."

Eris whimpers as the men advance on her. This is not how her hero's journey should have gone.

5 years later

Eris has been sold as a **** to some nobleman. She was used and abused and eventually discarded for a newer toy. She now begs for food on the street as her master is unwilling to feed her. She's **** to prostitute herself for bits of leftovers, but at this point, she has no feeling left in her body. Little remains of Eris' soul. She's been a broken husk ever since her friends were killed before her eyes. This is the life she will live until she dies, a puppet whose strings have been cut.