A human raced through the woods, trying to get away from an unseen enemy. Briefly, he stopped behind a tree to catch his breath. The moment he stopped, Thud! An arrow embedded itself in his throat. The human feebly clutched at the arrow, trying to get it out as blood spilled out of his mouth. A lone cloaked figure approached him, and when he was two feet in front of the human, ripped the arrow out of his throat. Uttering one last scream, he keeled over, dead. The figure removed his hood, showing a very handsome elf. Sadly, there was no kindness to speak of in his eyes. The elf's name was Hudor, and he was an elf with no soul.
Hudor's past: It all started with the Human army. My parents and I(I'm an only child) had just gotten there yearly payment. 500 Mina. We weren't very rich, but I was supplied with the best of educations. How it was obtained, I'll never know. At the time, I was 14, still just a child, and before the Ancient war. However, there was a sense of uneasiness in the air, and all the humans glared at us, as if we were some disease. My parents, were oblivious, only focusing on the fact we would have a full meal. As fate would have it, the soldiers of Oren walked our way. As they passed, the soldiers, one by one, kicked my father. My mother started to object, as my father collapsed on the ground. The soldiers then dragged me and my mother away by our hair, after stabbing my father multiple times. I could do nothing but scream as his blood flowed freely on the streets, the citizens doing nothing to help.
They dragged my mother and I into a singular room, with a table and leather straps on it. They strapped her down, no matter how much she struggled. Then, to my horror, they amputated each of her fingers, sawing them slowly off one by one. They proceeded to do the same to her arms and legs. My head went numb as her screams etched themselves into my brain. Everything went dark.
I woke up on the outside of Oren, 10 Mina in my pocket.
"Ha!" Shouted a soldier. "This is just an example of what happens to bad elves!"
"Bad elves?!" I cried. "They've done nothing wrong!" The soldier laughed at me, stringing his bow and firing it at me. When he was tired of missing, drunk as he was, he took out his sword and set out to slaughter me. Suddenly the forces of anger overtook me. I moved with an unseen speed, and before I knew it, I was on his shoulders, stabbing him with his own sword. I began twisting it with pleasure. Finally, I took his bow, now stained red with his blood, and put it around his neck, and began leaning backwards. He tried to cry out, but the bowstring sheared his head clean off. I took his bow, his arrows, and my father's dagger from the streets that day. Humans my age cowered in fear, as I walked through the streets, covered in blood, and reclaimed my belongings. I feel nothing anymore. Happy as I might sound, it is an empty happiness. I take no joy from killing, giving, or taking. But guilt and fear is not something that is felt either. I still have that same bow, clear of all blood. But now there is purpose in my life. To faithfully serve those who have done nothing. To take revenge on all who have wronged me.
(Will be more detailing Hudor's past)