Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fantasy

Growing up, my parents were soldiers stationed in Heverston. Everyday since I was five my parents would train me in combat for they had chosen my future for me. By the time I was 19 I went to run errands and came back to my house set on fire as I heard the cries of my neighbors. I held the ceremony of their funeral and continued to train hard.  

When I turned 21 I joined the Birds of a Feather and practiced magic. On the side I would train men and women in combat for hire. I was never one for company or friends cause I'm a cocky person. For its not my deathly glare that pushes them away but my way with words that creates a barrier separating me from others.