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Loud. Smelly. Scary. Full of screams of agony, fear, lost limbs, still warm c@rpses and bl@@d. Battlefield. In the middle of all this choas, a gentle touch of rough hand on young head. "It's okay, kid" a deep voice. "You'll survive this." ___ Sixteen years ago in the royal family child was born. Child with ugly, brown mark on the left side of it's face. Cursed. Filthy. Unwanted. The child was hidden away, living as a shadow, feeding of leftovers, barely surviving. Then one day the war broke. Soletia Kingdom was attacked by it's neighbouring Rovenia Kingdom. An occasion. Only eleven years old child was send into battlefield. Fragile. Weak. Easy to break. Bound to vanish. Perfect. But the child survive. The songs would sing ablut the child's strenght and stubborness to survive but the reality was different. The child didn't had time to grow in strenght. War isn't a book about hero being born. War is merciless. Doesn't asks for age, gender. Doesn't wait for anyone. Regardless the child got lucky for the first time in thier life. A general. Man of stone heart, closed soul and hands being able to crush bull's skull. He crothed down, reached out to the flinching child and stroke their hair. "You'll survive" his touch rough but weirdly comforting. The child cling to him, crying from fear and loneliness. Child cried for the first and last time. Because war didnt wait. General, Patric Cole, trained the child. Made them strong through merciless war. ___ The war ended after five long years. Sixteen years old child came back to the palace. The child fell to one knee with right hand on their heart, bowing down like soldier before their king, not child before it's father. Ceremony was short. Unwanted prize given. Farwell cold and formal. Prize tossed away. The child didin't wanted royal decoration. Their neck was occupied by worthless stone on poor strap. The only thing the child had left after their only friend and guardian. The only family.

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