One so young found a way to grow, and learn what he should have with others. In a world of untold tales, his learning's came to him. Natural instinct would take him towards a village, a village of his kind. Though his footing never stayed there to long once the path they where on was of evil and not of good. His abilities where of natural skills. The way the tunes came from his flute..how the bow and arrow just fit in his hands like a lost soul finding his owner...and those bits of nature he enjoyed. A touch of hand to the ground would fill his blood with peace and calm. Betrayal reared its ugly head towards the directions of evil. Though choices had to be made, they would soon lead him on the right path. He was no different then all the rest, no special then most. Perhaps the correct answers would come to him someday. Though the skills he picked up from training with warriors from other villages. He would soon find a home, one that he could claim as part of his own past, and the starting of a better beginning. Until this day would come, he would stay on that path. Of helping those that needed it, and keeping them out of harm.
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