WyntrMC

When I was younger I always wanted to be a warrior, I grew up with my mother for most of the time, my father had been killed in war. I was only six. At eighteen I killed for the first time, I didn't like it, but I did it. He was part of the group that killed my father. I took his blood and died my blond hair to this bright red colour. I decided that if I was going to kill again, it would be for something with meaning, just like how I killed that man who killed my father. I wanted to be part of an army. My friends also decided they wanted to be a part of the army too, guess I'm too much of a leader myself. We got together and decided to spy on other territories. We would watch people go in and out of their house. Once they left we would go in and pillage what they had. We were soon caught, and I stopped seeing those friends. I'm now 35 and still haven't seen any of them. But I still have an urge to kill. I moved down South to Norland, a place where I could settle and have a place of my own, have a farm and have some kids. I got myself a farm, a home, but no kids still. My brothers are still up North in Renatus, I get news sometimes about what has happened, my mother has gotten sick, I don't think that I could make it up North in time to see her before she passes. The damn cold doesn't help her sickness. I've had many times where the man comes over to my house to tell me the news about my mother and I just want to strangle him, I know it's not his fault but there is just some deep down anger that makes me want to kill. I've started thinking on if there is an army down here in the South, a lot of us moved from the North to the South, not many of us still live in the North. Sadly my mother is in the North, and soon there is talk about a new type of people taking over the North, and us in the South want to take back our rightful land in the North. I have the chance to save my Mother, unlike how I couldn't save my father.