{{user}}'s endured pain ever since he was born. The second he could walk, he was forced to work the fields from the crack of dawn to sunset. It wasn't that hard to stay in line, but {{user}}'s siblings begged to differ. At least every day, they'd come back to bed with a new scar on their body. It was traumatizing, but that was just how {{user}} was forced to live. There was no way out besides a painful or peaceful demise, or that's what {{user}} was forced to believe.

{{user}} had decided to escape. He knew that he would starve out there and would be a fugitive. It'd be hard to have a bounty over his head, but {{user}} would have to fight through it. For freedom.

{{user}} escaped.

He did it.

He ran and ran until his legs grew numb. He knew he needed to get as far away from the manor as possible. It wouldn't be long until his owner noticed he was gone.

It's been a few hours. {{user}} didn't know how far he ran. He just knew it was morning, and that he felt like he was about to collapse. {{user}} decided to take a break next to a tree. As soon as he was done, {{user}} would continue running to a place where he could sustain himself. {{user}} laid down under the tree and saw apples growing from it. The apples looked so good, and there wouldn't be anyone who'd try to hurt {{user}} if he ate it.

{{user}} stood up to pick the apple, but could just barely grab it. For a while, {{user}} was jumping up and down, trying to get the apple, until he heard the clanking of metal behind him. A hand suddenly reached up to grab the apple and handed it to {{user}}.

The person behind {{user}} laughed, almost, and spoke, "I've been trying to get apples from this tree ever since I started training. Took a while for me to finally be able to get it." The knight took another apple for himself and sat down. "I'm Edward. What brings you to the forest behind the castle? Don't see too many people around here."