Though she was outside, suddenly there was a cry from the room which she'd just left, it could be heard all over town. It had been a cry of pure anguish, agony and pain. One's first thought would be someone snuck in and had at the least maimed the man who had made sure they had something to eat and a warm roof over their heads for the night.  Grey had sat up in a cold sweat, panting heavily and his hand over his chest.<br/><br/>Under his hand was a bloody spot. It looked like a fresh wound but upon removing his shirt he could see it was a scar...his first scar had somehow ripped open and it stung. He stumbled as he got up and it sounded as though there were some altercation going on inside. Had flipped the tray of food onto the floor, and he had knocked over a side table. He was a rather large man but he cried out more as a few other scars tore open for no apparent reason. He'd exerted himself more times than this...but he supposed it all started with his dream.<br/><br/>-The moment he drifted off into a deep enough sleep he started dreaming. He was a child again...he was outside chasing beetles and laughing when he heard the screams of his mother from inside the house. He ran back to her as fast as he could only to walk in and see a group of men staring down at her. He saw the carnal looks in their eyes as the ripped her dress from her body and each one decided to take their turn with her. He remembered seeing his father being forced to watch and the words, "<span style="color: #FFBF00">This is what happens when you get in our way.</span>" one of the men said. He didn't watch them hurt his mother over and over again but he couldn't hide from her screams and the tears in her voice. He couldn't hide from the screams of his father to stop and let her go. His pleas to try and make them understand he didn't know what they were talking about. They were just poor farmers. Then he heard his father cry out in pain and dared to look again. He saw in horror how they had finished with his mother and turned the same attention to his father. And once they had finished, they slit both of their throats and doused the place in oil and set fire to it.<br/><br/>He ran into the woods, tears filling his eyes he just ran blindly. He didn't get too far before he bumped into someone and fell back. He was barely more than a tot and he rubbed his eyes and looked up at a man with a scruffy beard and brown eyes just starting at him with a stoic face. He was a soldier. A high ranked soldier at that. He bent down and picked up the crying tot and held him in his arms. "<span style="color: #00FF00">Now, What brings such a small child to this part of the woods, hmm?</span>" His voice sounded kind and warm but little did Grey know, he was not. "<span style="color: #00FFFF">My momma and papa...They were...These people did things bad to them and now they're gone.</span>" he said with tear filled eyes. "<span style="color: #00FF00">What sort of things did they do to them?</span>" The man asked and pulled him up closer to his face and smelled his hair. Grey told them about the things he had seen and the man just seemed to growl a little.<br/><br/>He mounted his steed, Grey in his arms and took him back to the kingdom with him. He raised him for a few years, but Grey noticed as he got older the old man was getting sick. He was kind to him, even though he had to leave him for a few days on his own. He learned not long after he passed away that the man who had raised him, was once a pirate and he would leave to pillage for a few days before bringing him back many nice things. Grey was devastated by everything and he was soon taken to the head of the kingdom guard. He was not found guilty of anything or being a part of the piracy and rather an innocent child who needed guidance.<br/><br/>That's when he was taken into the military to learn combat training. He was all of maybe ten years old when he held his first sword. And he was taught hand to hand combat, and how to wield different blades. He was a quick study and he was only eleven when he killed his first person in combat. It was also the same time he received his first scar. The one over his chest. As the man fell onto him, his sword scratched his chest and he was left with the large scar.  This was also the time he learned what lashings were. He was often taken and tied down and whipped for no other reason than asking questions or snipping off to one of the soldiers. There's where the scars on his back came from. He remembered getting a scar from a troop member's blade cutting deep into his hip when he got into Grey's bed one night. He had jumped out of his bed and stood ready for any fight that might ensue, blood dripping down his leg. The man laughed and lunged at him. He grabbed the man's dagger and spun around, slicing the man's cheek before lopping off his manhood and crown jewels in one swipe.  The man bled to death before anyone could do anything but in his fear and fury, Grey killed his first predator and he felt somewhat vindicated for seeing him lose his parents.<br/><br/>As time went on, he was forced to do more battles in the name of a king who only thought of the people as pests that needed eradicating. He'd been forced to kill many men, women and sometimes even children or unborn babies. During those times, he'd received commendations for his acts of bravery and services but he felt dirty, wrong and he deserved to die.<br/><br/>He remembered in his dream he and some comrades went to collect a debt that needed to be paid and the three other men decided since the people didn't have it at the moment, to take payment out with his daughter's body. He stood there in shock at first and then when he saw them rip off her dress, he remembered what his mother had felt and he went blind with anger and killed his three comrades in justice. The farmer and his daughter thanked him, but ultimately he found himself wandering...He never went back and he made a promise to protect all women with his life.<br/><br/>-He woke up in the cold sweat calling out and his weapons not touched. He refused to believe they were just dreams at first and then made his way to the mirror. He looked at himself and He reached the wash basin and took the cloth and dabbed away the blood from the three scars that seemed to burst open. But when he looked at them, they were closed. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he was going to ask Alica about it. Maybe it was some flaw or bug in the game. He brought up her name and sent a message to her reading, "<span style="color: #00FFFF">Alicia, something happened. I need to ask you something. It's important., Please?</span>" he ended the message politely. He wasn't sure where she'd had gone, but he wasn't going to press the issue too much right now. He just hoped she was alright and that she would come back.