Hey guys! As a seed, I've wanted to put the FF in for ages, but I never got around to it!
I hope you like it!

Prolog:

The night was clear as stars, the full moon shone brightly. You could hear the rushing sea, smell the salty sea air. The waves thundered against the cliffs at regular intervals. A young woman stood on these and stared into the depths. Tears ran down her cheeks. She had lost everything. Their homeland. Her friends. Your job. Just everything. And only because she held onto her love. A love without a future. And now? Now she was far from her old home. Because she was looking for him. Now she could never go back. No one wanted to see her there any longer. Not even her best friend. She wrapped her arms around her torso and sobbed softly. She had given up everything for him, but never found him. She had waited for him for three years. Vain. He hadn't come back. She had been looking for him for two years. Without success. She sobbed again. She tried to stop him. Unsuccessful. What was she doing wrong?
She shivered. The wind got stronger, tousled her hair. "Why?" she whispered "Why did you have to go? Why did you leave me alone?" She didn't know if he was still alive. But she was sure she would never see him again. It is said that hope dies last. Then it had to be over for her. She had no more hope. But what could she have hoped for? On love? Your long-lost love? Or that her friends would forgive her? No.

She turned and went into the adjacent forest. Gathered firewood. Lit a fire in a small clearing. Her stomach growled, she was hungry. But nothing to eat. She would have to go to a village as soon as possible.
She was so stupid. Now there was no turning back. She was very lucky to be strong. Very strong.Otherwise she would have been dead a long time ago. She was no longer thin, she was thin. She had deep dark circles under her eyes, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were as dirty as her skin. But she wasn't afraid. Before what. There was nothing to be afraid of.
She had become a great pickpocket over time. But who suspected an emaciated girl? She leaned her back against a tree and closed her eyes. Saw him leave the village again. Tears ran down her cheeks again. It was all his fault! It was all because of him! Why did she think she would find him? But it would probably not have helped her either, had she found him. If she got in his way, he would have just killed her.