Even as a small child, I wanted to hold an ax in my hand and learn to fight. My father showed me how to use an ax and even took me on patrols at the age of 14. One day when I turned 25, a dragon came to our mountain fortress to steal our gold. But my father and many other brave soldiers stood in his way but they couldn't stop him since the day my father disappeared. My mother died a few years later in an orc attack. so i had to take care of a younger brother i fought with in many battles. today i haven't forgotten the day my father disappeared.
