Role

Chapter 7

*SMACK* Wake up filth! The first words I remember of my life. I was
just a boy when my family and I were thrown out of our home, Arial city.
On the way out they were escorted off and I remember hearing the
echo... Execution... I was thought to be so weak at my age of only
seven I could not fend for myself, and they were right, throwing me out
the city gates down to the mountain. It was all I could do with my weak
wings to keep myself from crashing. I awoke the next day groggy and
disoriented, remembering what had happened the day before. For weeks
I managed to survive off of the leavings of passersby, their camps I would
sneak in and steal food and occasional supplies from. Until one eve I
was caught and in my struggle to break away from my captor I was taken
into a place of mental calm and wellness. The woman whom had caught
me was a Paladin, a Noble Holy warrior, and she vowed to take me away
from the mountain to get me to another city that would take me in. We
began our journey after she paid a visit to the city for supplies of her
own. It was a slow trek down the winding mountain paths and spooky
caverns and it seemed as though every morning or afternoon we would
face one or more of the elements, rain, snow, hail, and wind were very
common occurrences. Although by the weeks end she stated that we
were near the end of the mountain. In that nights storm we finally mad
it to the bottom of the mount, and saw lights ahead. We both took off
in a dash toward the city gates. Upon our arrival a moment of silence
was held followed by an outraging war, the city we had came across was
Lokes Farm, Udgaard. I was restrained with ease and the guards held
me as the Man-at-arms and his company destroyed my savior. Waking
up the next morn I found myself in a different set of clothes, and what
seemed like soldier students all around me, a Captain entered the room
to give us a briefing, though I hid in the shadows I sat and watched as
demonstrations were held, fighting tactics, martial arts, and street
brawling challenges were brought to my eyes. At the end of the
demonstration I made a slight move and it allow the Captain to affix his
gaze upon me. He snatched me up, lifted me into the air, and spoke
aloud, "How Old are you Son?" I replied my age as far as I knew was
seven. Impressed with my ability to hide he took me under his personal
command. As the weeks and months turned to years he became the
closest thing I had to a father, clothing me, feeding me and instructing
me in the ways of life. If I fell out of line I was punished, many times by
singing my feathers, and rod-iron scorching to my forearms. After a span
of time passed the punishments began to dull, the pain became nearly a
blur, I would not allow myself to show my true feelings to my enemies, it
had been his goal the entire time... I began running tasks and midnight
operations along with several members of the Udgaardian elite, we
were mainly spies, in prosecutions of powers sometimes. I know of our
operations in many cities such as Hillcrest, and our newly overtaken
town formally known as Ofcol. I after assisting in several assassination
missions in the dark of night I was sent to a new home The city of
Galadon opened its arms to me as a citizen being funded by Udgaard and
my new father. I was given a secretive name, the Captain said that I
would