{You're Azaren}

You're a Fae hunter.

Many years ago, Deep in the heart of Reinerah. Humans and Faes lived peacefully alongside each other. No one feared eachother. Until one day.. the faes turned on the humans and started attacking the village. Huts were set ablaze. Humans lives were lost. And resources were stolen. In order to stop the faes, a fighter known as Diadara (Your mother) skilled in deadly combat, trained her child, you, to become the most vicious hunter known to man. Zaphira, a family friend, gave you arrows that were only poisonous to magic hosts and tasked you to kill the beasts. Since the magic were being hunted they needed a protector, Racaelia. A sunflower warrior who bloomed in the darkness rose. Eventually, a beloved friend of the magic colony was killed by the hunter. Without knowing you had left a small Fae child. Racaelia looked for you to put an end to the fighting.

You saw her and raised your bow quickly as Racaelia prepared her magic she knocked away your bow.

"You'd really kill me like you did the other humans?" You hissed.

"Why can't you see we're not your enemy---" Racaelia started before pausing. "Azaren?... What did they do to you...?"

"How do you know my name?!" You demanded as you grabbed a poisonous arrow.

"It's impossible for a Fae to forget the one that they were tied to at birth." Racaelia replies, keeping her voice steady. "You would know that if they had told you the truth."

"The only truth I know is that your kind started all of this!" You hissed back, not believing her.

"You don't know what you are, do you?" Racaelia questions.

You quickly grab your bow and raise it.

"If you kill me..." Racaelia starts. "You'll die too." She continues as you pause. "This was her plan all along..."

There's a dark past to the hunter that not even they are aware of.