"Before I arrived here… I grew up on the outskirts of the capital of Aaun, in the hovels nearby."His voice steadying as the words start to spill. "It wasnt a pleasant life, tilling the fields with my brothers, but we had each other. The markets were the closest we went to the city. The smell of the sea was always there… fresh and salty in the morning. It’s all almost a blur now, but I remember the trails… the fields… the other children I played with.... all of it was gone."
He’d pause, hands clenching to his side , remembering the raging inferno…
"When the fire came… it didn’t just take buildings…. It took my brothers, my friends….. Everything burned so fast…. I remember running, no direction in my mind. The only thing I knew was that I needed to leave." William would swallow hard, shaking his head slightly. "I made my way into the woods of Petra when I finally stopped my rambling, hoping my brothers would show up eventually…. But none came, I was left alone in this world... Foraging for herbs, hunting game… doing whatever it took to get by."
"I’d take the furs and any herbs I could get my hands on, and sell them in the nearby towns. I was always hoping to hear words of my brothers or any friends that couldve escaped that hell… But time flew by, news of Aaun dying with my hope as well... I was left with no goals but to live on for them..."
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