My father was a Champion swordsman. We were poor but happy. He chose to dedicate himself to his family instead of work for the imperials. I never knew the Kings death would change our life so much. I still remember the day The prince came with the General to force my father into being a military trainer. I could not believe my own brother as he walked away with the General, scolding our father for the lack of wealth in our lives. I cried over him as he bled away...faded away. The scar given to me was meant to have me live in fear, but it has become my covenant to avenge him. The General will know my wrath...and so will my once "brother."