Cataclysmic, was the most apt adjective for the live of the young miss Elizabeth. Until she had turned five, her life was extremely pleasant. Her family were well off merchants, upgrading from basic hawking on the roadside, to a stall, store and eventually three. Most of her relatives worked in some form for the small mercantile company. They had been bought by a larger merchant house, who used them to front their goods and services and it was solid reliable and most importantly peaceful. The pie was bigger than the family, and none of the kids had grown enough to muck things up.