CW : Albleism

Eleanor was a rowdy child. Living among a Lightbearers community, she spent most of her time training, running around, going on adventures. She was constantly bruised, covered in scratches and wounds. She didn't mind. She was doing great, she was getting strong and efficent. She'd, with no doubt, would become a wonderful warrior.

She had her own little group of Lightbearer friends. They called themselves a team. They were tight and worked best together. Truly, Eleanor was believing in a bright future for her, for them.

Her accident did not drive her away from this mindset. The fall was high, it was a miracle she survived... But she did, and even though her legs suffered, she wasn't complaining.

What for, anyway ? Her team would be there for her once she healed.

As time passed by, and for lack of good treatment, however, her leg did not heal. She wasn't not losing hope. She knew she could count on the support of her team.

At least, that's what she thought. But they lost one of their most efficient young member.. The teenagers, for some reason, didn't show any support. "Stop trying to lead the way, Eleanor !! You're lame, you can't even walk !!". Strong ableism made them part the young woman away from the "team".

She was broken. She was angry. She left. Looking for something better, something she'd deserve !! She decided to get closer from the Wilders. She learnt a lot from them, started spending more and more time in the forest, despite her altered limb. 

To her greatest surprise, however, her path crossed the Lightbearers' one again. They were hunting. Hunting the dire wolf. What a stupid idea. Her who learnt to appreciate the life of the forest, tried to stop them. But it wasn't much use. She couldn't fight as well as she'd like to... And the wolf they targeted either, as the animal seemed blind. He had no pack no more, and littel hope to get out of this alive.

She did stand up though. Despite the remarks, the insult, the degrading messages. She stood up to them. So did the wolf. They fought along, and Eleanor found back the spark she used to have with her friends in her connection with that blind wolf.

They managed to get rid of their opponent and send them back home. Together, they worked well, together, they found back the ease with which they used to fight.

The decision was taken, she'd be his eyes, and he'd be her legs.

"You can dread us alone, but when we are together, you have no choice but to fear us."