The beginning of my life is somewhat of a blur when I really think about it. I knew I was different from my siblings and that alone was a rough start. Father made a big deal out of it when I guess I just wanted to be treated equally? I'm not sure. Not sure if I could say I was doomed from the start or if Father was. Maybe we both were, but we're in a good place now.
It wasn't till I met a friend of his that things became easier, in a way. She took me in as her charge under her guild. There with her and her right hand my skills were polished, I learned new ones, and I got to know the world outside of home. But I didn't feel happy, satisfied? For a few years I was just going through the motions and taking my negative energy out where I could. During missions with the guild, fight clubs, at one point I was going to black markets to gamble a bit.
It wasn't till a change started to happen that I grew into myself, my true self. But real change started to happen when I faced my past, my father, and home instead of running. Trying to find peace where it wasn't. Anyway, I came back changed. With more questions and less answers of what I was. New responsibilities in uncharted territory. That also came with new dangers and unfamiliar faces. New connections and relationships, both good and bad.
This is where the story really starts.
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