Running, running and more running... It was all I knew. Until the day I came upon a tower and found a bar there.....
As I watched these new people I found myself wondering if what I was seeking might not be there.....
The past, always a step behind me like hounds on my heals. I could never get beyond the pain of betrayal.....

My face always covered by the hood of my cloak.It hides the scars of betrayal......Always hiding in shadows letting myself be held back by the weakness I thought that defined me in my scars and betrayals of the past.....Till the day I found that bar *chuckles*... A man... Or someone I took to be a simple man. He showed me that it does not have to be as I thought it was....He open my eyes to the possibility, to take my scars and use them to find strength in my weakness....