There is pain in being betrayed. One that you get when you've been with them for a long time. Friends, family. All was perfect. There was no pain, no death, no loss. But then our faction started to fail. No one knew what was going to happen next expect for me.
I was only 5 when I began to wander the mysterious streets of Silocraft. It was a dangerous place. A place where the future is never predictable. After a while, I was so weak I couldn't walk any longer, so I hid in a small storage, watching raindrops lightly bounce off a tiny window in the room. That's when I first met friends. Block and Craft. They found me and welcomed me to their faction. They weren't rich but they had a loving heart.
There was a young child there named Aero. She was almost just like me. Lost, alone and hopeless. She was in a strange faction, full of fighters. They would beat her up if she did something wrong. But once she found this faction, she was able to show who she really was. Not a coward, but a real warrior.