I was thrust into life in violence. Life in a small village was rough, and having brawlers as parents hardly helped in the slightest. It was at the age of 7 where my parents met their demise when they picked a fight they couldn't win. With my other relatives either not of age or deceased, I was handed over to a group of merchants who seemed like the prefect family. But the family trade was in medicine, and the family saying was 'the best profits always live next door.' My family were maniacs and darn good at what they do. I was truly terrified while around my step parents, so much so I ran away at the age of 14. I then fell into the hands of an adoption ward. They were the best family I have had. I grew to the age of 17 before my past caught up to me. I bumped into my old parents at a carnival, where they immediately tried to wrestle me from the wards custody. Knowing who these people are, I was asked to run back to the ward, where I was waylaid by my parents goons. Thankfully soldiers came and took the goons into custody and I returned home safe. My ward claimed that it was no longer safe for me at the ward and I must go to a great city to escape the problems back home. And with great sorrow, I made my flight and disappeared. After serving 4 years on a local farm, I finally had enough money to boat to the city.
I look up at the man to confirm he was addressing me. I was so scared he might serve my parents or want to rob me, but his smile told me otherwise. I stopped, turned to face the man, and said "I desire to make a life for myself." And the man beamed like the sun. "Don't we all. I hope you all the best, and good fortune!"
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