For as long as you knew, You were a child of a mother. That's it. She had even told you your father died... So when your mother died, you were alone. You wandered to her grave, like your brain always resorted to. But this time... There was a man there. He knelt over your mothers grave, crying. You just watched, the sword in his hand, the blood covering his face. He kneeled there and cried... "Why..." He muttered, seemingly in shock.