Chaos echoed through the villiage of Kingsveil. Your mother, she's dead. She has been burned at the stake. Everyone called her a witch. Your father, Lucien Vale, was furious. Your mother was the only reason he ever gave humans a chance.

He threatened to kill every single human in that village. You, his son, tried to stand up for them. Your mother wouldn't have wanted this. You faced Lucien's wrath head on while everything burned around you. You lived, though there was a horrendous scar accros your face from his sharp claws.