Quintal was a dark elf born in the outskirts of Almaris in a small town area. He was born as an only child to a couple who despised him. Quintal struggled in his childhood being mocked by other elves for his looks. Though his parents did nothing to stop the bulling. He would come home with tears in his eyes. His parents though did not care. To them Quintal was a mistake. Trough the abuse from his parents and the bullies Quintal grew bitter and quiet, craving the power to make it all stop. Many years went by and Quintal grew to enjoy books to keep himself distracted from the misery in his life. They filled his head with wisdom and knowledge. Soon Quintal grew to maturity and his parents left him to fend for himself. Quintal grew even more bitter towards his parents. He just wanted to get the power to make them pay for the horrors they committed words him. After a long time word spread around of a War brewing. It was a war with the kingdom of Urguan and the war nation of Krugmar . Quintal though didn't seem to care much as the war was between the dwarves and the Orcish people. Though he would soon learn that the war would effect many to come. As the war raged on resources became low as the merchant guild couldn't deliver supplies to other kingdoms. It lead to the collapse of his small town. This made Quintal even more bitter than before. But though his books and studies he was able to get through the time. After much time the war finally stopped and the two at war began a new era.
I look at the Man and reply with a bitter "I come to elevate myself to gain power, I must get better.". Then I walk away from the Man and further down street.
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