He was born in family, that lived outside of any civilisation, although very close to New Magara'lin. He had father, mother and mother's father. Father was quiet old, but very wise. He thought him a lot of things. But his father and mother was hunting for food while his grandfather was teaching him.
One day they decided to teach young Divol, who was seven years old at that time, how to find and get food. After day, they had hunted a wolf, it wasn't the biggest one, but it was good enough to feed the family. Next day parents went to hunt, but they didn't come home. Divol and his grandfather was getting nervous and went looking for them, but they couldn't find a clue of where they could've gone or what could've happened to the. After 2 days of intense searching operation they hadn't found anything. They both busted into tears. The hope was gone from their eyes. Next few days were very silent.
After few weeks his grandfather was teaching him how to live and survive after the accident. They would often go to The Onyx Sanctum and pray. But after few years, when Divol was 15, grandfather died. He didn't have anyone left. He trapped him inside himself and wouldn't open to anyone since then.
Now he is heading towards Kingdom of Norland, because he heard there was group of dark elves forming. Maybe he will be able to get in and finally open up to someone.
Divol steps out of boat and as he's making his way to center, man approaches him, and is asking Divol a very interesting question that he don't know answer of, yet. He says ''Good day, I don't really know. I'll just see where the waves will take me, i guess.'' As he answers to his question, he goes past him without paying attention if he is replying to Divol's sentence. ''What a glorious sights.'' He looks around admiring the massive fort and city right in front of him.
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