Not So Giant Beginnings
Iris never knew where she came from. Sure she had her family, a bunch of halflings all of whom she loved very much, but she wasn’t a halfling. Never was, never could be. No matter how hard she tried to will her bones smaller when she was eight, Iris was a giant. Or, half-giant if you want to get technical, but the semantics never mattered to her. Half-giant or full-giant, either way she was different. Very different.
The woman who she called her mother was nearly ten feet shorter than her and had been since she was thirteen. Her two sisters came up to just below her knees, her brother just above. Even her father who stood at an unusually large 4’11” didn’t quite reach her waist. When she was younger none of this bothered her too much. So what she was, double the size of her siblings when she was a preteen, that just meant she could beat them all at mudball quick as you like. Yes, she was also tasked with the more laborious chores on the farm, but Iris didn’t mind. She could handle the heavy equipment, and she was finally being helpful instead of a hindrance.
It was only when she kept growing much after her siblings stopped that her black sheep appearance truly got to her. Well, that and overhearing the argument that sent her away in the first place. She was leaving her specially made out-room to get bread from the kitchen in the main house when she heard “We need to talk about the Iris situation” from her parents’ bedroom window. Her mother’s words. It was a very drawn out conversation and not the first time they had had it from what Iris could hear. Her father was on her side, as always. It wasn’t that her mother was against her or didn’t love her, but she was always on the family’s side, ever since her father brought home a little bundle of something that looked like rock, and “most definitely should not have just moved”. In any case her mother won what would be their final fight over the subject. Iris would have to go.
And go Iris did. After watching her parents’ lantern go out for the last time she stood herself up from her crouching position and walked back to her room, absentmindedly wiping tears from her face as she went. Iris gathered up all of her things: her wooden medallion her father found, what little money she had earned from doing odd jobs in the village, the battle axe her father got her for her fifteenth birthday because it was pretty, and some miscellaneous items she had. After saying a silent goodbye to her family she left without looking back in search of a life that was big enough for her.