From the Shadows I come

Born in the forest I was surrounded by nature and all the blessings that Serin could offer. My parents raised me to be strong, brave and independent. My father treated me as if I were boy constantly testing me to be stronger. In his time, he was a great fighter, but I preferred a more subtle approach. Lurking in the shadows wounding and weakening my opponents. My mother taught me to train my mind and learn the importance of patience and cunning. During one of my lessons we could feel the earth tremble as hundreds of men came through our lands. They killed everyone in sight and set fire to my beloved grove. My father told me to hide in the forest, I ran and hide as I was told. The horse men came up to our home and surrounded us. Cackling with glee they charged at my father who quickly parried an attack and slew the first horsemen. The next two followed suit dead to the ground. Poised and ready for the next attack I could see my father growing tired, he did his best to defeat the horsemen, but in the end my father fell with honor and courage to protect our family. They quickly discovered where I was hiding and I was taken away and flung into a small cell chained like a dog living in my own filth. As I grew older, I remembered the patience my mother thought me and kept a solemn peace about me. I trained my mind and body to prepare for any opportunity to escape. On a cold windy night, my captor fell asleep at his post. I picked the lock of the cell door and quietly escaped. I fled though their village to a near by mountain. I scaled it to the peak and hid as best I could. After a few days my lazy captors gave up and returned to their city. I began to make my way back to rebuild the pieces of my life. I kept the ideals instilled within me by my parents and hoped to find others along my journey to share in my quest.