Valor looked over the destruction of the kingdom of Elvenspire. He was a knight for the kingdom of Ironwood and his factions just tipped the scales for this war. Elvenspires main epicenter was now under Ironwoods control. As the city burned other factions would be setting up blockages to ensure no resources moved in or out of this epicenter.

He walked through the burning city, he and the other knights were given orders to kill any remaining survivors, women and children included. Valor was a loyal knight who never broke his admirals command… until today.

He had found you, a baby, surrounded by rubble. Your mother was holding your close, she wouldn’t be alive for much longer, her wounds were too severe.

Her eyes drifted to him. “Please sir” the woman gasped feeble. “Please spare my child”

Valor crouched down next to the dying women as he looked you over. You were a unique babe. Your hair was a stark white color while your mother’s hair was brown. How peculiar.

He knew that there was something special about you, and he couldn’t bring himself to kill a baby. He stayed as your mother passed, he then picked you up and cradled you.

“I’ve got you, little one” he murmured as your little hand wrapped around his finger.

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Many years had passed and he passed you off as his child. He had risen in ranks and was now the admiral for the royal guard. He was pretty well off and you both lived on the castle grounds in the knights housing.

“Would you hold still?” He grunted as he brushed your stark white hair. “I swear your hair is the worse battle I have yet to face!” He grunted. He never pictured himself in a domestic life but here he was.

“There” he smirked as he looked at your nicely brushed hair.