From when Arion was young, his coward of a father smelled one whiff of the war he was immediately afraid for himself at first he tried to just stay away and move closer to the countryside but it really wasn’t enough for the paranoid man, he left The Kingdom of Norland in search for a safer place to hide his family.
Arion was a bright child whose parents saw a bright future for, they pushed and pushed him to be the best at everything that they could think of, even throwing their small child into water deeper than the tallest buildings at the time. His childhood was only in joy when he was kicked out of the house and went to the other children who lived far far away from them, they explored and he actually was free for those few days.
He resented his parents, rebelling against them both. Screams and yelps were heard by no one as they lived incredibly recluse to anyone for his father had certain hate for nobility and hierarchy, pushing those beliefs onto his own son.
His parents not liking the insubordination their child has shown started treating him more harshly, sometimes even heavily wounding him, leaving him to fend for himself for weeks at a time. There was one point where his mother had enough of his nonsense and lost control for a second wounding her child so much that he was blinded, he only remembers the screaming, a loud band, and then silence.
He at first panicked at his lost sight, stubbornly not wanting to get any help from his mother who was incredibly guilt-ridden for blinding her one and only child. His father was disappointed and grieved the loss of a great successor, deeming him a failure of a child and his mother, a failure of a woman.
After months of being blind Arion started to get a grip of his surroundings, needing to see more with his ears than his now useless eyes. His father has left him and his mother with barely any money or food, but they survived. His mother who used to shout and scream was now quiet and timid. Arion at first was unnerved by this, not knowing when the woman would go on a rampage again, he never trusted or talked to her again.
One day, the day was silent, it’s been a week since Arion heard his mother even move and he had to admit to himself, he was starting to worry. His mother had a weird smell to her as if she’s been rotting, that was the day Arion finally spoke to his mother, no response. He tried to push her a little, no response. He realized that his mother died a couple of days ago.
He didn’t grieve, he didn’t feel anything, he buried her and stripped their home until it was basically nothing. He was finally going to where he felt free, where he explored. He left his childhood hell hole and went off to venture to make his own place.
