When I was 12 some friends and me left our village to run around in the forest. Things younger kids would always do. Once we started heading back home I saw dark black clouds rising out of the forest where our village is. We ran as fast as we could to make it to see that the whole village was burnt to smoldering ash. I felt the kid’s eyes staring at me...... hoping..... hoping I knew what to do..... Dropping to a knee I pulled out the remainder of my father’s samurai sword, turning to my new followers we went out to find the people who did this.....

We searched and found their camp fires, celebrating their kill. As it became night and all were falling asleep, we snuck in and killed them all..... After that we traveled to far away places.

Finding myself lost in a misty forest losing my friends and coming up to a place called Whispering Winds, where i honed my skills with the others....