I was a young boy when they raided our village near the edged Forest Realm of Irrinor. The start was my fault I took in this hurt adventure when I was playing in the woods and brought him to our village to help him. My parents were hesitant at first but in the end, we helped him. we fed him and gave him a room in our house. one day he went out to send a message and didn't return till after dark. He said he was telling his friends he was ok and we were fine with it. till three days later we got Ambushed and raided by humans and he was in it. I was too younger to fight so my parents put me in the fields to hide me as they fought for the village. In the end, my father was killed and my mother was taken as a prisoner. It's been 35 years since then and the only friends I had were the barn animals that were not killed in the fight or stolen and The Wild Faith of the forest. I've become good with the bow as I hunt for my meal today.
