"Steve.", his mothers cold blue eyes stared right into his, "The Elves did it. Stop them, stop them all! You have to be strong my young one. I'm sorry I couldn't see you grow up to be a man as great as your father was." With that Steve's mother passed away. "Mother." He let out in a cry. He embraced her and sobbed. He cried but he knew even then he would never be able to get his family back. He spent the next years begging. He cared to much to steal valuables. Whenever he broke into a house he would always take food and that would be all. He spent every year until he was 17 like this, until he finally decided it was time to head his mothers dying words and take action. He broke into a house and stole a dagger, his new weapon. In addition he took much more food than normal. Adding on he found a hunting bow outside and a quiver of arrows, he took those too. He then set out for a town too join, hopefully one that would wage war against those that killed his father.

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