Davy had been avoiding his past for a very long time. This past wasn't dark or evil as some would believe from the way he so carefully avoided the subject, but simply a time he had moved on from long ago, and wished to stay away from. In fact, most from the past he avoided had forgotten the tiny man long ago, which was likely for the better.
Although the musician's past wasn't evil, it was dangerous. When he had left tension was high, and pressure was being put in the younger generation to make a decision that they wanted no part of. Being young people and acting as young people will, decisions weren't something they wanted to make, and this one in particular would have left a hole in the place of the innocence youth filled them with. Plenty had fled under this pressure, quite understandably, and Davy was one of them. Others remained, giving up their youth because others couldn't stand the idea of doing so.
Those who had given up so much understandably didn't take to kindly to those who had simply fled. Eventually a more militarized faction grew from the society, hateful towards the deserters. Over time these militants broke away from the main society, deciding that since the deserters had taken part of their lives away from them, they would take the deserters lives in return. After all, an eye for an eye makes sense, doesn't it?
Soon enough the other groups within the society found out, and some couldn't help but agree with and support the militants. After all the deserters had escaped the sacrifice the rest of them had made, and in leaving had made the sacrifice even greater for those who had stayed.
Others were kinder in their views. They argued that while the deserters had made a mistake that it shouldn't be punished. The mistakes one made in their youth should be punished in their youth, not stalk them into adulthood.
Of course by the point that people realized that these rebel militants were actually a threat it was too late for some, and without the resources that the militants had it would be impossible to track down every deserter. Some were able to be found, and out of them a few were saved, or at least put into hiding. They wouldn't ever really be safe. Yet they were lucky, because for many it was already too late.
Still there were many who were safe, and Davy was one of them. He lived happily among friends, and in a good home.
This wouldn't last for long.