Markus_Bane

Atlas (1626- 1649) I formerly had a name as everybody, but it has no more the slightest importance for me especially as it reminds me a painful past which I shall have preferred to forget.I was the son of a little farmer of an unknown town, in the Border of Velaris, an old alcoholic and an amateur of illegal drugs.Because of his addiction, he got into debt with the local underworld and while I approached my eleventh anniversary, sold me as slave to a rich heartlander trader very influencing.My father had raised me alone. My mother died by giving birth to me .I guess that I didn't meant a lot to him...but, when the person who raised you, exchanges you for some stick of drugs, it is not the despair but the hatred that settles down in your heart.During last years to serve my master and his family I got acquainted with his daughter Kaasha a beautiful and soft brilliant girl .she was the only one who showed kindness considers while I underwent ill-treatment from my masters.Her naivety amazed me in view of her intelligence.. there she saw remedy I saw diseases there she saw my future I saw a dagger in her father's neck...during the next 5 years my body started changing... because of my hard labour I was becoming stronger and stronger every day!I was supporting this life.. because I was thinking to her... loving her no matter how hard my life was.this make two years now I served the family of my beloved when her father discovered our platonic love which I maintained with his daughter.Then, he decided to punish me by cutting me my tongue, he judged that I had no utility of it.At the age of sixteen, I had to kill for the first time.While the incandescent blade approached my face I seized the knife hidden in my back Kaasha gave it to me for my birthday.I sliced his throat without hesitations.The noise of the blood which flowed abundantly along his neck, as well as its smell made me shiver. I listened to the sound of his agony, I observed the life leaving the eyes and I took some pleasure there lasted whether a few seconds but there were the seconds the most intense of all my life.After I ran away from my murder I travelled a lot. I had to stole or even kill to survive.one day... after seing the beautiful city of Senntisten...I couldn't just stand with my life anymore...I needed to change to erase my past and...to begin a whole new life.... without thinking because of my past and old condition.it made me strong. It made me a new person.I am not anymore the little crying boy... I am a man. I am a free manand this city will hear me!