Backstory

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I always wanted to travel to different places. I didn't care where it was, just the chance to get out of the estate. As I child I never understood the people that stayed in one place for there entire life. Like what was the point? When I was ten I realized the real reason why people never left their homes. The world wasn't the place the books described it to be. It was a place where people die for their country, people die just for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. The Stavarans were killing innocent people, they didn't care what happened they just wanted more land and control. Stavaran is our only neighboring country, the rest of our land is surrounded by water. So we don't have any close allies.
When I was twelve my father left to fight in the war. He never came back. My mother didn't speak to anyone for months after that.
So I was mostly alone inside the big and hollow house. My mother started to talk to people again a year after father's death and she started teaching me about the war, how to fight, how to follow without being seen, how to get information and how to speak the Stavaran language. My mother taught me everything I needed to get a chance to fight for my country and bring information from the other side. So when I was fifteen I applied for the academy of Naron military. I still haven't received my application letter. It's been a year now.

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