I was born to a family of traders, in a village that no longer exists. My mother was kind to me, but my father was rarely home. The few times that I saw him he was either injured or he had a gloomy look on his face. My mother told me that he was a trader, importing goods from different countries. As a child, I believed her, and I asked no more questions. I was taught well, for there was many books at home and I loved them all. I dreamt of being free from my village, for it was located on a lonely isle in the ocean. All the villagers were told to never leave, and so we didn't. I had a peaceful life, playing with friends, reading books. Then, one day, it happened. A fleet of ships came to the shore. We where completely unprepared, as no one had thought to make a defence in case of an attack. We had nothing of value, and the Mayor simply thought no one would come. Yet they did. An army of sorcerers, summoning thousands upon thousands of undead. The place was soon overcome. I was lucky, I had been in the forest at the time, exploring further and further until I was lost. When I had gotten back, there was bodies and blood everywhere. Hundreds of broken and burnt houses. My mother was surely dead, but my father wouldn't have been home. Either way, they must have got to him. After that, I salvaged what I could, making a boat to sail to the legendary mainland. I sailed for days until I welcomed into the capital. Even now, I am tortured by what happened, and I have sworn vengeance. I have taken the job of a trader, like my father, though now I highly doubt that he was one. Still, I hope that one day I will be able to return to peace.
