The little giant

The story of this little giant is a brutal one. Cast aside as an infant because of the obvious size deformity. Life with the clan would have been short as it was due to the hostility of life in Serin. Only pure luck (For whom was probably not the infant?) A passing evil dignitary traveling from a lavish party in Timeran was on its way back to their mansion in Darkhaven happened upon the infant. Snatching the small giant up out of the underbrush was the beginning of the end for them. They had quite nefarious plans for the giant. They would start off with just torturing the hapless kid and as he would grow (as much as the little will would grow anyways) they would pit him against things in combat for sport. Small at first, like a rabid dog or some other medium sized animal. As he got older, the humans forced him to learn their language so that he could comply with their wishes better. Sunnon began to have a thirst for war knowledge. When no one was looking he would study maps or documentation of any kind that he could get his hands on. He watched these evil humans and began to despise everything about them. The magic that they wielded and the lives they built. Around his seventeenth birthday Sunnon, with a battle hardened body from years of brutal tests against rabid animals and a war sharp mind through observation simply vanished.