Given up at birth for my protection I was raised under the belief that I was the son of an evil Tyrant because the woman that was my "Mother" had slept with him and not long after that she became my caregiver. This tyrant claimed me years later.
After my mother was killed I became a mercenary, married a fellow merc who ruined me in more than one way and left me for dead. It wasn't until I was found by someone I thought was my sister and later learned the truth. I was not the son of a Tyrant, but a hero, was I angry, yes. I spent centuries thinking I was someone else and the man who was my father had seen me and interacted with me but kept quiet about the truth.
Honestly it took a long time for me to forgive him, if it wasn't for my current and forever wife and our children I probably wouldn't have. Now I have a wife, three beautiful children, a little sister that scares the sh*t out of me, friends that aren't mercenaries and can handle themselves. I work with my wife as special agents for the police and our children are growing healthy and happy with friends their age.
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