After some time, my hunt was successful i found a mage that helped her.
From that day i tried to find some potions or magic or anything else to help my new and only friend, my new family. In the beggining i thought "she" was dead, but she was just heavily wounded. In it there was a small, abandoned baby wolf. I ran crying and while i was running i wasn't noticing anything in front of me, so i fell into a hole. I will never forget that name, or those bloodthirsty eyes.
It was my dad or should i say "a vessel of blood"? Food for those vampires. It was finnaly the first time i was just, waiting?! when i saw him. Ah! Bloodsuckers against an army of undead conntrolled by necromancers. That elk was running not from us, but from the sounds of a nearby battle. That's where my second massive disaster happened. I was already way ahead, i couldn't let MY food run away again. So, when we tracked down that same elk it started running, again, for no reason, and when my father tried to say to me: "Wait something scared it lets see.". I was "perfect" with swords, bows and crossbows, for my age or at least that's what my father was always saying. I was never good at that, i didn't want to crawl for hours i wanted some action some fighting, some running, i was never patient. We saw an elk, we were getting close and closer when suddenly, I stepped on a branch that i haven't noticed. As always we woke up at 4 in the morning, we run in the woods so that we get something to eat. Six and a half years later me and my father, Zodo Genitor, were training as always in a camp we made a bit north from my birth village. People say my father was so broken that he left me for over a year, but then he returned and everything was perfect, or so i thought.
That day my mother, the name i never heard, died so that i could live. From that day I didn't have anything good that lasted. My name is Zireael Zarola, 24 years ago i was born in Dragon's Bridge and that is where the good news end.
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