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Villager: Sarkan

We are B L O O D, and I will not forget that.

You are my R E A S O N to wake up and face each day.

I will not bow to a F A L S E   K I N G but I was never the heir anyways.

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Sarkan was born the spare. He always valued his work above his kingdom, after all being crown prince was never his burden. He expected to see his brother grow into a king and have a child who would be king after him and so forth. A tragic fire stole their parents from them. Things like this sometimes happen, and Sarkan thought his brother would be fine. His brother would be king and move one.

But the fire changed his brother. It turned him into a monster.

A new king rose and Sarkan's brother was mad. He held no land or titles anymore and the fragments the madness left behind could hardly be called a brother. Sarkan travelled to serve a different queen, lending her his skill in healing.

Working as the Queen's most talented healer he met often with the Queen's champion. A hero from stories and songs. Sarkan was indifferent at first but he fell - like countless males before him. In this case, the hero fell back. She is not often home with him in the palace but she is the only thing Sarkan would call a family. The past is in the past, as far as Sarkan is concerned his brother is dead.

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