Ren Alderwood

In the harsh embrace of poverty, in the forsaken village of Oakridge, nestled amidst the unforgiving terrain of Eldoria, I, Ren Alderwood, came into this world. My parents, humble farmers, toiled relentlessly to coax sustenance from the barren soil, their weary hands and stooped backs testament to the daily struggle for survival.

Life in Oakridge was a relentless battle against deprivation, where hunger gnawed at our bellies and despair lingered in the shadows. But amidst the bleakness, a flicker of warmth endured—the love of my parents, a beacon of solace in the darkness.

That light was snuffed out in an instant, shattered by the cruel hands of fate. Thieves, driven by greed and desperation, struck at the heart of our home, extinguishing the lives of my beloved parents in a senseless act of violence. I was spared the horror, sheltered by my uncle, a soldier hardened by the brutality of war.

Consumed by grief and fury, I yearned for retribution, for justice to be meted out to those who had torn my world asunder. And in the depths of my despair, my uncle's hand guided me, leading me down a path of vengeance and redemption.

From the earliest days of my youth, I harboured grand ambitions, dreams of glory and conquest that burned bright in the darkness of my despair. I envisioned myself as a warrior of legend, a commander of armies, carving my name into the annals of history with blood and steel.

But in the cold light of reality, I knew that the road to greatness was fraught with peril. In Eldoria, power and privilege were the domain of the nobleborn, while peasants like myself were little more than pawns in a deadly game of thrones. Yet, I refused to be shackled by the chains of fate—I would rise above my station, seize my destiny with my own two hands, and claim the power that was rightfully mine.

my reverie was interrupted when i heard my uncle call me, I immediately rush to the hall where my uncle is.

I stood before my uncle, his weathered appearance belying his age. With hair already turned white, an eyepatch covering one eye, and a missing left leg, one could easily mistake him for a man much older. Yet, despite his scars, my uncle still exuded a powerful presence.

"Sit beside me, Ren," he said, a smile playing on his lips. I obliged, taking a seat next to him. "Why did you call me, uncle?" I asked, curiosity tinged with apprehension in my voice.

My uncle sighed, his gaze distant. "Tomorrow marks your 16th birthday, the age when you can join the army, as I know you dream about."

I felt a surge of excitement and uncertainty. "Do you mean... you'll let me join the army, uncle?"

But my uncle, wise in the ways of the world, saw only danger in my aspirations. His words, like a blade forged in the fires of adversity, cut through my resolve, threatening to extinguish the flames of ambition that burned within me.

"No. You will not join the army, no matter what," he declared no longer smiling, his voice a thunderous decree that echoed through the chamber.

But I, Ren Alderwood, would not be deterred. With fire in my veins and defiance in my heart, I met my uncle's gaze with unwavering resolve.

"Uncle, I understand your concerns," I began, my words measured yet filled with conviction. "But the path of the soldier is the only path worth treading. I refuse to languish in the shadows of obscurity—I will carve my destiny with the edge of my blade, and no one shall stand in my way."

Uncle Jake's eyes softened, a glimmer of resignation mingling with pride as he regarded me. "Ren, you are like a son to me," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "I fear for your safety, but I cannot deny the fire that burns within you. Go, then, and pursue your dreams. But remember, the path you tread is fraught with peril, and the choices you make will shape the course of your destiny."

I met his gaze with gratitude, a lump forming in my throat at his words. "Thank you, Uncle," I said, my voice choked with emotion. "I will not forget the lessons you have taught me, nor the sacrifices you have made on my behalf. I will make you proud—I swear it."

With a heavy heart, Uncle Jake stepped forward, enveloping me in a tight embrace. For a moment, time stood still as we clung to each other, the weight of our unspoken fears and hopes pressing between us.

As we finally pulled apart, I saw a glimmer of moisture in Uncle Jake's eyes, a silent testament to the bond that bound us together. "Be safe, Ren," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And know that no matter where your journey takes you, you will always have a home here, with me."

Touched by his words, I nodded, a lump forming in my throat as I struggled to find my voice. "I will, Uncle," I replied, my own eyes shining with unshed tears. "And I promise, No matter what may come my way, I will not falter—I will emerge victorious, a king among men, with the world at my feet.