Awaken by the sound of children; Ayzul lets a charming smirk creep upon his face. It had been quite some time since the children of Ukhan had a reason to laugh, or time for that matter. In the years before Ayzul's arrival, the Valley of Bardon was shrouded with turmoil and war. Many of the area's tribes and villages were simply striving to survive the Charter's relentless assault on the "socially undesirables". With that unfortunate confrontation came the standard; death, famine, and poverty. However, just like every other culture, the children of Ukhan were incredibly resilient, possessing near immortality in terms of spirit.
Arising from his slumbering state, Ayzul pleased his will by taking the time to share in the children's upbeat excitement. Standing from his makeshift bed, Ayzul cringes, obviously from the battles scars he's managed to accumulate. To his knowledge, Ayzul had never been in battle; moreover he had vividly remembered opposing all such occurrences, even to the extent of a hunger strike, sacrificing his needs for the safety for others.
But somehow that had changed, evident by the glowing respect and pride the villagers gave him as he approached the group of children. However, the most telling source were the idolizing glares and the near hero worshipping twinkles in the same eyes of those who watched terrified as their parents met their unfaithful end.
What had he done to earn this, and more importantly stop the all powerful Charter?
