The story of a boy named Morthus, or is it Armin?

Chapter 1 A hermit upbringing

Playing in the woods as a young child, I became lost. Perhaps this was the intention of my biological parents, and they left me alone in the forest. Maybe they got into an accident or just lost me. Because I don't have my parents in my memory or anything from my childhood life before getting lost their names or my birth name is all unknown to me.

I was found by an eccentric hermit Druid who did his best to raise me. Secluded from the outside world, I grew up into a well-behaved teenager. The Druid taught me everything needed to survive. Hunting, cooking, fighting, Plant and grow most common grains and vegetables, curing and giving first aid, Grow and care for livestock and then properly butcher them for human consumption and so on.

During the ends of my teener years, the Druid became ill. I did everything in my power to cure him. But after that the druid became too weak to talk, it was become difficult to cure someone without an instructor. After his death, I decided that the hermit life isn't for me, and so set out to see what the world is like beyond my woodland home.