Yeah. Another Soren centric story. Yawn right. Ah well. Live with it. I wanted to make a diary type story. Two chapters. Not too bad right.

Anyways this will be a diary theme story detailing the years of his life. I'm going to pair him up with someone so if anyone actually wants me to pair him up with someone specific then tell me.

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Remembering My Life

Ages 0-2

I don't remember much of this period. I do not believe beorc, laguz, or… what I am are able to remember such events. Maybe its ignorance but then again, is ignorance not bliss compared to what was coming?

Age 3

I don't remember much of this time either. I just remember screaming and crying. Yes, there was definitely crying and tears too. It wasn't me though. I suppose it may have been my mother. Or perhaps a nursemaid. I don't remember and I honestly don't care all that much. But I suppose I am curious as to who was crying and why. Could it have been over me?

Age 4-6

This was one of the more unpleasant times of my life. Of course, most of my life was unpleasant but this was something else. At three I was given to an elderly couple. Given like a gift, a gift that came with a bag of gold. Yes. They were paid to take me. During this period, I learned several things. I learned words and pains that someone of that age should never have experienced. I learned that people gave a wide berth of me. I wasn't a servant. I was more of a rabid dog tied to a leash and woe is the day when I escape that leash.

But I soon grew tired of their treatment of me. I was quite intelligent at that age. I easily came up with a plan to escape. It was simple really. I slipped some sleeping pills in the food they made me make. At night, I grabbed some silverware and ran away. I never saw them again.

Age 7

I soon lost the silverware I took. I tried peddling it but the adults just beat me and took it, claiming I was a thief from the slums. There was nothing I can do. So I learned to survive on my own. No money. No help. No chores. Huh. There was a bright side I guess.

Actually I was happy. I had no worries. I set up traps and ate the local game in the forests. I kept traveling so winter was never too harsh on me. I would be gone before it got too cold. I basically survived off the land and its inhabitants.

Yet, I was unsatisfied. I craved attention. I wanted companions so one day I set out for a nearby village.

Age 8

I didn't know that I was in Gallia. It wasn't until I entered the village did I notice the inhabitants were different from what I expected. They had cat ears and a tail. Even though they were all different sizes and colors, there was one thing I noticed. They all looked at me strangely. I didn't know it then but now I do. It was a look of fear, pity, and contempt.

Naive as I was, I drew myself up to one of the people there. I should've known something was wrong when he jumped back at my touch. I tried again and again. Eventually, I thought they were afraid of me or something. I went over to a food stall and reached for some fish. It had a delicious aroma and I was starving. I thought no one would mind since they were afraid of me. I was wrong.

As my hand was about to reach the fish, I was suddenly hit from behind by a club. I tried getting up but was knocked down again. I don't remember what happened afterwards, just that I was thrown into a river. They never touched me. I remember one word that haunted me, one word that made me stay away from all those beast-like people, "Parentless".

Age 9-14

Two years later, I stumbled upon a village in Crimea. I had spent two years in the nearby mountains, surviving the winters. I had accepted the fact that I am alone. I had only one goal in the village, to steal some meat. Meat was scarce at this time of the year. Winter was almost here and the game that I could catch like rabbits and deer were hibernating.

I spotted an old man. I continued watching him for a few days and finally determined he was alone. One day, when I thought he was out, I snuck in and took some meat. I was sent flying by a gust of wind. It was my first encounter with magic that I can remember.

I survived. He took me in as an apprentice. I later learned it was because of the mark on my forehead and the possible connection between me and the Spirit Charmers but it was the first act of kindness I experienced and it would come back to haunt me.

In time I was progressing along at an alarming pace. I got praised for the first time. He said I was a natural. I allowed myself to think of him as a father. As time passed though, I realized something was wrong. He grew more and more distant. In our last year together, he died but not before telling me I was a monster and what I really was. A Branded. A freak of nature. An affront to the Divine Being. I hated myself more than ever for betraying the old man's trust, for being born.

Age 15

I left the cottage after notifying the other villagers of the old man's demise. Suddenly they isolated me again. Three days later, they chased me out, calling me an abomination. I took all I could gather and left. I learned it was the old man's protection that let me live there not because of kindness. The training he gave me and the tome of Wind he left behind were my only mementos of him.

I lost the latter when three bandits attacked me in the mountains. They left me for dead but I clung to my pathetic life. Maybe I should've died but I was too afraid to end it. So I traveled. I traveled further and further until I arrived at the site of my new home, of a new start.

Age 16-18

I met a man in the mountains. He had a kid with him. The boy had blue hair and was wearing a brown shawl. He was no more than eight years old. The man himself was carrying a sword and wearing a forester's outfit. I thought I could take them. I jumped out of my hiding spot and attacked. I thought I could get some money from them so I can buy my next meal.

I was on my knees in a second. I was trembling in fear and anticipation. I would finally die. But to my surprise, he let me go. I didn't move. Then for some weird reason, he carried me in one arm like I was a sack of potatoes. I was kicking to get him to release me but I was so weak with hunger that my attempts must hurt as much as a mosquito bite.

He took me to a cottage and placed a bowl of soup in front of me. He told me to eat and I did. If he intended to kill me, why use poison? I wasn't worth it. When I ate my fill, he told me to strip and o use the bath. I didn't object. My life was in his hands now. After my bath, I noticed some clothes and put them on. I reentered the house. Looking back, I wondered why I didn't run right then and there.

I saw a red haired woman in the house. I developed my first crush there. Perhaps it was her beauty but it was likely because of her motherly aura. In her arms was a small brown haired girl maybe four years old sleeping peacefully. She looked fragile, the kid that was.

The woman gave a kind smile and I immediately looked down. She giggled and I felt more and more embarrassed. The man laughed when he saw me. He introduced everyone to me. He was Greil; the boy was Ike, the woman Titania, and the baby Mist. I asked if Titania was his wife. She blushed deeply and looked a bit sad when he said laughed and said no.

After hearing my story, he invited me to stay with them. This time though, I showed them my mark. The adults showed some surprise but shrugged it off asking if it should matter. I told them I was Branded.

Greil said the one word that made me decide that I would be loyal to him forever, "So?"

Age 19-22

I was happy. I finally had a place to call home. Ike grew older and soon, he started asking why I look the same as I did when we first met. I waved off his questions frequently.

I started training in the magic arts again under Greil's support. Ike was being taught the sword by his father. Mist was learning staves by a healer called Rhys. He was like porcelain, a sight to behold on a battlefield but fragile and weak.

I met the others as well. There was a coarse red headed man called Shinon. We developed a mutual hatred of each other right away. His blond hormonal friend Gatrie was easier to deal with but we tended to stay away from each other. That was fine with me.

Eventually, Greil asked if I would like to enroll in an academy. I was reluctant but at this point in my life I was deeply fascinated by magic. It became a deep part of me. Part of me believed it was only so because it was the last connection I had to the old man. The rest of me dismissed it.

Age 23-26

I accepted the offer and placed well in the academy. I was allowed to enter the intermediate studies and quickly entered advanced level classes. I became the top in my class and graduated early.

Ike and Mist grew older as well. Ike was eighteen now. He looked stronger than before, nothing like the lanky teenager I knew. Mist has become a teenager and gotten much prettier. I hadn't seen them since I was 22.

About my age, Branded aged far slower than beorc. My 26 years of age is equivalent to a sixteen year old Beorc in appearance. That irritated me. It meant I would stand out a lot in the coming years. Ike and the others would know what I am and then what? I suppose a return to isolation.

When I returned to the base, it was empty. So I decided to take a walk. On my walk, I saw someone I didn't recognize. I followed him on a whim. He led me straight to Ike and the others. They were fighting a group of Daein soldiers. I saw the man I was following join the soldiers. I decided to join in myself.

I was briefed on the situation and we stood ready to fight. The fight was unimportant. The princess wasn't. Her presence spelled great changes for my future.