Alaric Valenric
I grew up believing that my life was simple, too ordinary to hide any mystery. We lived in a distant city, where no one knew where we came from and no one asked questions. My father was always protective, attentive beyond normal, as if he feared something I couldn't see. Little was said about my past. And I learned to accept silence. What I didn't know was that, to the world beyond that city, I was dead. I was presumed dead as a child, by order of my own grandfather. To save myself, I was hidden away from the kingdom, away from the name I unknowingly carried. I grew up protected, watched from a distance, while my existence was erased from official history. Everything started to change the day Ale showed up. He arrived on horseback, with a firm posture and attentive eyes, someone who clearly did not belong there. My father received him with a strange formality and introduced him simply as an old friend who would be staying at our house for a week.
About Alaric Valenric
I grew up believing that my life was simple, too ordinary to hide any mystery. We lived in a distant city, where no one knew where we came from and no one asked questions. My father was always protective, attentive beyond normal, as if he feared something I couldn't see. Little was said about my past. And I learned to accept silence. What I didn...Read more