Sometimes finding out answers about who you are come at a cost. (This story is in early access on my Patreon and will come to DA on Nov 7th. Also I don't say this often but this has some heavy content in it mental health wise. Real hard times ahead for the Fredricks Fancy story arc.)

              “Vess!”  Hector pushed the door open.  “What are you doing in here.  I told you that you needed to be guarding the guest we brought in.”

              The woman blew her bangs to the other side of her face.  “Guard duty is beneath me.”  She stood up.  “Besides, whenever have we had to deal with guarding people before?  I thought you said if we found rouge giantesses from that town, would just. . .”

              “I told you what the situation is.”  He grabbed her by the arm and shook her.  “Can’t I ever get anything through that thick skull of yours?”

              Vess rolled her eyes.  “Look, I don’t know why you are so interested in me being the next one to watch over these sorry bunch of losers.  I don’t want to.  I don’t even want to stay here.”  She sighed and looked out the window.

              “Well, that isn’t your choice, Vess.  As my daughter, it’s your job to—”

              “Job?”  Her head snapped back, and her eyes burned into his body.  “Is it my job to stay here and keep people over fifty feet tall hidden away from the world?  What kind of life is that?  Huh?  I didn’t ask for this.  I never did.”

              Hector slapped her across the face.  “Stop that right now.  You need to understand your—”