You were born on a farm that your mom and dad ran until one day when you were eight. You were fishing in a creek when you heard a scream. You rand towards whoever was screaming. You got their just in time to live the nightmare of watching your mother and father being brutally murdered by a group of bandits. You were so scared you couldn't move. Then you took a step back and stepped on a stick alerting the bandits to your presence. When you saw the murderous look in their eyes you ran away and they gave chase. Then you tripped over the root of a tree. When you rolled over one of the bandits were almost on you then.