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  1. Spark037

    Spark037

    I have changed the things you have said, I hope this is what you meant.
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    Spark037

    I was born into a family of 3, my mother Aelua Yelyra, and my father, Galather Virmaris. We lived a happy life, but war struck home. I was 15 then, and we were ordered to serve our kind and to serve in the army against the orcs. I was scared, frightened of the things that might happen to me, so I tried to run. At the back lines though, I met another young girl, as old as me. She was Vanya Valbalar, she had caught me preparing to run away, and she was the one that convinced me to stay and help the others. Because of her, I was no longer scared of the things that could happen to me at war, but the hope of the life after war. We both helped wounded soldiers at the backlines and our friendship grew stronger. I was 20 years old, and it has been 5 years ago since the war against the orcs had started. My parents, Vanya, and I didn’t have a single would laid on one of us, but that was about to change. One battle, the orcs brought along an unexpected ally, bandits. The field quickly became chaotic and soon became a pit of blood and death, and the only thing I could do was watch as our own kind was brutally murdered. Mother and father were down there, and I sobbed on the spot, but as I was greifing, I was informed that no one could find my parents body. “They weren’t killed! They were captured!” and at that moment, I packed up my belongings and set off to a road of uncertainty. I’m 25 years old now, I wander around, tring to find traces of bandits and orcs that could lead me to my parents, I just wish, they would show up right now, right here.
  3. Spark037

    Spark037

    I was born into a family of 3, my mother Aelua Yelyra, and my father, Galather Virmaris. We lived a happy life, but war struck home. I was 15 then, and we were ordered to serve our kind and to serve in the army against the orcs. I was scared, frightened of the things that might happen to me, so I tried to run. At the back lines though, I met another young girl, as old as me. She was Vanya Valbalar, she had caught me preparing to run away, and she was the one that convinced me to stay and help the others. Because of her, I was no longer scared of the things that could happen to me at war, but the hope of life after war. We both helped wounded soldiers at the backlines and our friendship grew stronger. I was 20 years old, and it has been 5 years ago since the war against the orcs had started. My parents, Vanya, and I didn’t have a single would be laid on one of us, but that was about to change. One battle, the orcs brought along an unexpected ally, bandits. The field quickly became chaotic and soon became a pit of blood and death, the Goblins, Olog, and bandits swarmed the valley, killing everyone in sight. The only thing I could do was watch as our own kind was brutally murdered. Mother and father were down there, and I sobbed on the spot, but as I was greifing, I was informed that no one could find my parents body. “They weren’t killed! They were captured!” and at that moment, I packed up my belongings and set off to a road of uncertainty. I’m 25 years old now, I wander around, tring to find traces of bandits and orcs that could lead me to my parents, I just wish, they would show up right now, right here.
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