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It all started Years ago when I was born in a small forest home, named Siramenor. The place was built by my father who worked as a craftsman up until he quit in order to raise me. While my father taught me woodworking and how to use the bow, my mother showed me the ways of making many natural medicines. I would always adventure down from the small cliff on which the home was built to try and hunt for my family, but even if I was successful, I always returned with some sort of scar or bruise. When I would return, my father would look at me with a grin before lecturing me on how I should properly navigate the cliff-side. It was not long after my seventh birthday when I found an injured unknown species of bird while exploring, at home I would watch my mother make different medicines and what they were for. Worried for its survival, I quickly scavenged the nearby forest in order to try and save the bird; however, it was already too late. Promising myself I would be faster next time, I buried the bird beneath a tree, and started my way back home. While I was heading back I hadn't noticed that the bird scratched me with one of its talons, which at first glance didn't look too deep, so I decided to leave it alone because it was getting late. But as I struggled home in the dark I began to feel light headed and soon fell unconscious along the path. After what felt like years I awoke from a deep sleep feeling incredibly weak, and turned my head to see my father, who was pale and seemed surprised I was awake. I asked him what time of day it was, and he told me it had been ten years since I was last awake. He later explained that he and my mother used many types of medicine in order to keep me alive during the coma. After processing this information, I took another look around, only to realize that my mother wasn’t there. Before I could even ask, my father told me she had passed away the year before, and was buried under the cliff I used to explore. In the years after her death, he took up medicine in order to keep me alive, hoping one day I would awaken, but while taking care of my almost lifeless body our household fell on hardships, and we relied on the generosity of others. So he felt as though he had a duty to repay them. After our brief reunion, I stayed long enough to regain my strength, then he left to repay the debts he owed. After visiting my late mother's grave, I made a decision to leave my humble forest home to explore different places of the world I was never able to in the past, and find something in life my parents could be proud of. Now, I reside in the place of Sutica. I try living out my days as a craftsman such as my father did.

It all started Years ago when I was born in a small forest home, named Irrinor. The place was built by my father who worked as a craftsman up until he quit in order to raise me. While my father taught me woodworking and how to use the bow, my mother showed me the ways of making many natural medicines. I would always adventure down from the small cliff on which the home was built to try and hunt for my family, but even if I was successful, I always returned with some sort of scar or bruise. When I would return, my father would look at me with a grin before lecturing me on how I should properly navigate the cliff-side. It was not long after my seventh birthday when I found an injured unknown species of bird while exploring, at home I would watch my mother make different medicines and what they were for. Worried for its survival, I quickly scavenged the nearby forest in order to try and save the bird; however, it was already too late. Promising myself I would be faster next time, I buried the bird beneath a tree, and started my way back home. While I was heading back I hadn't noticed that the bird scratched me with one of its talons, which at first glance didn't look too deep, so I decided to leave it alone because it was getting late. But as I struggled home in the dark I began to feel light headed and soon fell unconscious along the path. After what felt like years I awoke from a deep sleep feeling incredibly weak, and turned my head to see my father, who was pale and seemed surprised I was awake. I asked him what time of day it was, and he told me it had been ten years since I was last awake. He later explained that he and my mother used many types of medicine in order to keep me alive during the coma. After processing this information, I took another look around, only to realize that my mother wasn’t there. Before I could even ask, my father told me she had passed away the year before, and was buried under the cliff I used to explore. In the years after her death, he took up medicine in order to keep me alive, hoping one day I would awaken, but while taking care of my almost lifeless body our household fell on hardships, and we relied on the generosity of others. So he felt as though he had a duty to repay them. After our brief reunion, I stayed long enough to regain my strength, then he left to repay the debts he owed. After visiting my late mother's grave, I made a decision to leave my humble forest home to explore different places of the world I was never able to in the past, and find something in life my parents could be proud of. Now, I reside in the place of Sutica. I try living out my days as a craftsman such as my father did.