“The Stoic Protector”
I killed for the first time when I was 11 years old. I was out behind our cottage playing when I heard a very loud and terrified scream. My grandfather ingrained that we never run away from danger but that we always run to danger.
I didn’t know what was going on, but I ran and I ran hard, right to the screams. I raced into a small meadow to see an ugly orc trying to rape my older sister. I grabbed the nearest thing to me, a small 15 foot sapling. With one swing killed the orc.
Again, when I turned fifteen, I killed. This time I was walking home from helping a neighbor move his stock from one pasture to another. I heard another very loud scream. I ran right to the noise. This time… well, there was trouble. There were three orcs assaulting a young teenage Goliath.
As I ran into the melee I heard an audible bolt release from a crossbow. I am not real sure how events moved from there but my next recollection… I was kneeling over the young Goliath and all four Orc’s were dead.
Afterwards, my village, concerned about a 11 year old killing one orc, now a fifteen year old killing four? Before it truly became an issue and before my parents were forced to move, I left. I knew then, as I know now, my path is to protect those that can’t protect themselves.
That has been my path these past 11 years and I am ready to be part of something bigger than myself.