Long ago...
In a land distant from any civilization, there lived a boy who longed for power. Despite that he was weak and a coward, everyone he knew was more powerful than him. The boy moved away from everyone to train and to gain power, even if it killed him which, it might in the end since his lack of supplies. One day, the boy was trying to master the way of the sword like a knight, but he found they where to heavy and bulky, even the ones that were one handed seemed two handed to the boy so he moved on. He picked up a bow and tried pulling back the string and shoot an arrow, but that just ended up in a struggle to pull the string back so he moved on. Finally, after trying almost every weapon he ever saw and heard of, he found a little knife with a neat little design on it. It was light easy to use and most of all it was sharp. The boy took it and headed deep into the forest to kill porings and other small creatures for his dinner. During his little hunt, someone found his camp, surprisingly enough, but this person was not like other people. His fingers were sharp, his eyes were keen ,he was cautious always looking around. The boy came back with a lunatic in his hand and the dagger covered in blood in his other hand and saw that his sleeping bag was torn up and the wood he collected was scratched to bits. Seemed like everything was destroyed. The boy dropped his dinner and lifted up his dagger cautiously trying to act tough you could say. Then a little poring came over and started eating the bits of stuff torn up, so the boy put down his dagger and ran behind the bushes looking for anything that might've torn up all his stuff, but found nothing. So it looked like the boy would not get his revenge so he decided to use his spare cloths for a blanket and eat his food then go to bed. The next morning the boy woke up full of energy and hungry for some more lunatic or maby some different meat and since he had no money he wouldn't be heading to any town anytime soon. He decided to go hunting again and see if he could maby even find some spare food so he might not have to hunt for lunch. The boy headed out and came back this time not just with a lunatic but with some apples and a rare unripe apple. Seemed the boy had been killing alot of porings for all those apples and so the boy ate some apples for lunch seemed to be alot better then raw lunatic meat. After the boys meal he set out to go train on somthing other then porings and lunatics maybe kill a fabre or if he found a Roda frog he might hunt that down and maby get some spawn he could sell to go along with his unripe apple, but he was still deciding maybe if he found a poring he'd try catching it so he wouldn't be alone, but he'd need some apple juice, so the boy decided to save it and go hunting. Eventually as time went by days turned to nights nights into days months into years years into months the boy became a young man and now thought he was ready for the path of a theif and so the boy headed out for the city of Morroc were he will once more meet civilization...