Kili

Long before the songs of courage echoed through the halls of the dead, i was born beneath a sky choked with smoke and sorrow. 

I was not born in the city of my forefathers for it had fallen my mother fled through fire and blood (genocide) during the sack of an undercity that we were in, but few know that shed fled while she was carrying me inside of her, the embers of the fierce faction of the flame's wrath scarring her womb 

I came into the world screaming in a city called blue peaks where all of my exiled clan made their home, yet something about me wasnt right, they say my eyes burned with a strange gleam-amber-flecked,fierce,distant and high as a kite, as tough i remebered the fire that nearly ended me before my first breath.

As i grew,so did my hunger- for battle, glory, vengeance and woman. I trained harder than any of my kin wielding bow, sword and shield and words with deadly precision and elegance, Yet i have always walked in the shadow tought it was cool i guess, Fires burned harder in my presence, it was said that my blood ran hot, touched by some curse or something like that.

My uncle asked me to come on a journey, a journey to new lands to wich ive accepted swiftly because something inside of me needed it. I dreamt of walking in halls filed witth treasures and hearing whispers from the rivers of gold itself. But part of me suspects that death could wait for me there but i wasnt born of peace, i was born of flames and all fllames eventually, must burn out.