I was born in a small village, since young my ma and pa taught me to care for the land, the animals, the necessary.
My ma also taught me how to read and write, maths, the seasons, anything to do with agriculture.
Things started going downhill when pa lost a wager and had to give most of his goods to the winner.
Started drinking, made mistakes, a lot of serious mistakes, including his wife, my ma, which suffered until she could suffer no more.
My pa payed dearly for it, i ventured into the woods for 2 weeks to reachs the nearest town, the guards were nice enough to belive the story of a little kid and arrested him, but not until he got hold of a knife to cut the bread and leave his mark on my face.
For some years i live in a foster house, with other kids with unfortunate stories, but eventually i came back home, and started living alone.
