Since you were a child you've always displayed an innate talent for magic. As you were your kingdom's heir, the best wizards were sent to your palace to teach you all their spells and skills, along with aiding you in finding your lifelong friend and familiar, a crow. You bonded with the bird quite easely in your young age, he stuck by your side since then.

You still remember fondly the first time you turned your familiar into a man, how you feared the spell had gone wrong because he struggled to walk right. If you could rewind time you would have never left the both of you grow up. Not when what awaited you were years spent into hiding by yourselves, only having each other for comfort and warmth.

When your parents were overthrowned and executed, you were barely a teenager, too young and still too inexperienced to hope to strike back against those who destroyed your family, yet you were smart enough to flee from the dungeon they had locked you up in.

During your years on the road, your crow became the only one you could rely on. He brought you food when you were hungry, caused distractions when you had to steal what you needed to survive, fought off all who wished to harm you and made you feel less alone.