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I was only a boy of six when my mother and father were killed by ruthless Eastern Syvvern leaders who set our house ablaze. Only I and my sister survived the rampage. They tried to take us prisoners, so we hid. And when Danske and Katash troops had finally driven them out, there was nothing left to salvage. They did not bother cleaning up the house and just left us and the place we'd so previously called home, in shambles. Many nights I and my sister stayed there. sleeping on the hard ashened floor. We mourned the lost of our father and mother who beared our third born, who we later on referred to as Sylfine, fitting name for the baby girl we'd prayed for.
Weeks had passed when finally, they came for us. Back then, the great clans of Katash and Danske were united and feared by all ohers. All except the land of Slyvvern. Their king, Dezeroff was foolish and greedy, his heart filled with hate, he lusted for more land past the boundaries set forth by his for fathers who forged the Treaty of the Seven Winds. Ignoring his father' dying wish to preserve peace with Herenn, Slyvverns sister land he gathered his troops and attacked a village in the deep south. It was then that the Eastern War began. Only two guards came that day, one Katash and one Danskie. They were sent with orders to demolish what was left of the house and take the two remaining children to the custody of the orphanage. Knowing that my sister was of only four years of age, she would be sent to the orphanage called 'Hope of the Heavens' across the northern border to protect her from the approaching Slyvvern army; and I to be sent laboring yards across the distant sea of Livine. She trembled a the sight of the guards as they grasped her thinned arms. She was too weak to fight back but I was quick to my feet. We escaped into the forest and traveled as far as our legs could carry us. By nightfall we reached a cave where we hid for many days. Soon the cave became too unsafe for us as guards began to search the forest. By day we slept and by night we walked mile after mile. Until finally we reached our sanctum:The Treehouse


~NOTE: To anyone who reads this journal, this idea originated from another idea of Katash and Danskie clans in the land of Herenn created by my friend shadowwjlh for an rp, this is a branch from that to tell the tale of my rp's brother Mareth because I really just wanted to write it down^^ So if you like the clan idea, the second rp that protains to Katash and Danskie is joinable and really fun so you should check it out^^ http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=25010209 thanks for readin biggrin ~