It all started when I was little, our village was attacked by dark elves, they burned the whole village, only I survived.
I cried for days, I couldn't calm down, all my emotions were disturbed, I didn't know what to do. However, one day as I sat on the ruins of the village,
a man came up to me and said: "What's your name, boy";
-I replied with a stutter "H..Hex, Hex Ragnar."
I talked to him about my village, how everything happened. he asked me:
"Do you want to come with me";
- I answered yes.
We went to the city where he lives, it turns out that he is a martial arts trainer,
he taught me how to fight. While I was learning how to fight, I also had practical exercises, since his city was full of evil and disgusting people, there would often be fights in which I used to often get involved. I often went with him to the pub. And so on one occasion I was sitting next to a man who was drinking a lot with , a little older man who looked very dirty, but I ignored his appearance when I asked him why he was drinking so much he answered me with, "That's all I have left, son ." - He told me, and then I asked: "And why." - I asked curiously. "You see son my whole family was killed by dark elves." - He answered with tears in his eyes. And so, sobbing, I told him about what had happened to my village, and then it was time to go home. As the years passed my teacher grew old and died on his bed of old age.
I knew that I shouldn't waste time on emotions and then I went through various towns and villages to find a place to live...
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