Anwer was borned in a little town near New Reza in the Kingdom of Haense. After the dead of Amal (his mother), who couldn resist the childbirth, his father Bilel took care alone of the young boy.
As a child Anwer was known for being very entusiasthic and smiling, his father never let the emptiness of his late wife cause pain in the little Anwer, he didn't want his son to be ready to know the truth. so he did not allow the boy to ask him something about it.
At the age of 13 Anwer discovered his father library, he wasn´t exactly known for being an excelent student at his school even his best friend Afiz would mock him for being a “distracted” guy, but somehow he got captivated by them. Later on Bilel would tell him that those books were brought by his mother after her travels through the capital, some of them were copies from the Grand Library of Dragur wich the Qalasheen had maintained before. The more Anwer kept digging into the books the more questioning and rasioning he gained, he began to distance from his friends that now traited him as a weirdo and sumerged completly into what the books offered. He became fascinated by the Ancient history and started interrogating his father , who couldnt fullfil his son´s questions.
The little boy grew into a man who argued about everything that sorrounded him. Even started questioning the religion and politics of the nation, he himself did not respect the traditional clothes of the Qalasheen something that did not cause a good impresion among his coevals, Only his father and his friend Afiz were with him. To all of this he used to say: “You who believe to say the truth little know about it without having questioned your habits and beliefs, reject the unknown and fill it with god, that is the price of dogmatism.”
The rejection to Anwer grew on the citizens and forced an exile of the “Misbeliever” from their lands, even with the prayers of Bilel and Afiz the law just exhibited these two from the exile leaving Anwer on his own who left not without saying: “ It is funny to say that me knowing nothing made me a villain over the claimed erudites. Is the result of reason, something you fear. m´a salama. ”
