I was born in a royal family, the Yao, the wood elves. When I was only one, the Yao empire was at war with the Ying empire, the high elves. After a month of heavy siege on our empire we got overthrown by the Ying empire. My family sent me to my exiled farmer uncle living in the forest. Since then I studied the blade preparing to avenge my family, my people. I do not know what happened to my family but rumours said they were captured or killed in battle. After 100 years of studying the blade, hunting food for the nearby town and studying with the monks in the temple, our town was rumored to be one of many to be slaughtered and burnt down. My uncle sent me to the temple and spoke the monks, later at night he evacuated to the next town with the entire village. The monk told me nothing but “Survive and avenge your people”. I was put into a pitch black chamber and passed out. That’s all I remember.

According to my uncle, he was exiled for spreading capitalism in the empire, since my uncle was part of the royal family people listened to him and follow his beliefs. However my father hated capitalism as it is the complete opposite from his communist beliefs. My father exiled him to a town where my uncle had no choice but to be a farmer.