Standing atop a cliff peering over the valley bellow you unmount your horse. The dark red sun slowly rising behind the mountains on the other side, a faint but pleasant breeze in your hair and the sound of the forest awakening. It had been nine years since your journey started, and you are not planning to end it soon. You think back to how it started on that fated day nine years ago, remembering it as if it happend yesterday.

You had just arrived home from playing with your friends on the street. Your family home wasn't that big, just a standard small house in a small town, a barn to the side and a small farm at the back. As you entered a faint beam of sunlight shone through a small creak in the roof, seems one of the planks had a small gap. An odd smell filled your nose, a mixture of soup and metal, that of blood. You knew it was blood since your father had trained you in the way of the bow from a young age, and you had recently scored your first kill alone. It was a rabbit which you had nicked with an arrow in its side. Different thoughts filled your mind but you felt it was just your father skinning an animal. It was only then that you saw something peculiar, a glass shard was on your table. Your family wasn't exaclty poor, but not rich enough by a mile to purchase glasswork. A faint glimmer caught your attention, in the corner of your eye, the sun redirected from another piece of glass. You slowly turned your head towards it and saw the horrified sight of your mother completely naked with a glass shard in her neck. The blood from her neck dripping over her lifeless body. You managed to keep the urge to scream in you and grabbed a nearby knife. The door to your parents bedroom was only slightly opened, you slowly made your way over hoping your father was asleep, he usually took a nap in the afternoon, so it could be. As you slowly opened up the door you saw the cause of your mothers death. A stranger, a man only slightly taller as your father was asleep in your parents bed, with your fathers lifeless body besides it. A slight sudder through your body, but strangely you managed to remain calm, deadly calm even. You made your way over as quiet as possible and embedded the knife in the strange mans throat. The man gurgled in his own blood but you remained calm. Your first human kill made, and you did not freak out, you felt scared, not because the situation but at yourself, and how calm you remained. You grabbed your bow, quiver filled with handmade arrows and as much coin as your pouch could carry and left your home. Your journey had begun.