My life began as most anyone's did in my time I was born to a loving mother and father with the added surrounding of my tribe there was never a lack of affection and always someone to teach me and make sure I was taken care of and as it should be discipline of whats right and wrong to know know the things we should and should not do as every child needs to learn. 

      As I got older I learned all the necessary skills to survive such as shooting a bow and arrow, hunting, skinning, fishing, gathering grains and berries of various kinds, as well as basics of treatment of wounds and herbal remedies, My mother also taught me how to prepare meals and do other various things needed to take care of my future mate and family. I suppose it was a fairly normal childhood until one grim day my village had been burnt down a cruel gesture made by another tribe.