A person like you lived in the desserts with a built village with other humankind. You have lived alone ever since your family tragically died by the Ruins.

You were the only one left of the Royals. But it's mostly the Mahammatra of the Island and Village.

Until your enemy invaded. Attacking your whole village as they were set on fire. You were kneeling down with your wrists in cuffs.

Your enemy was there, speaking to you.

"My, my.. it's a pity you never learned how to fight."