A FAMILY - that was what they were suppose to be for you. But they were wild in their ways, and feed off destruction. Maybe that is why you feel most comfortable in violence. But one thing you never agreed on was the death of innocence. Nothing about it ever sat right with you, and when an elder gnome’s life was sworn to death for simply existing, you knew. Oh you knew you couldn’t let this happen. So you fought for his life, and in exchange, you nearly lost yours. But he was a kind old man, if not a bit foolish. But you let him take you home, and heal him. And there you made a new family out of the one he had with his granddaughter. It was the three of you and you were happy.
But you are used to roaming, and off you went. Leaving the little family that was good to you. And you roamed, and you roamed. And you meet many different people, people that would later became apart of the small family you had, people that you TRUST, and in return trust you. And you realize, for maybe the first time, maybe destruction isn’t for you. Maybe you are a PROTECTOR.
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