I, known as Cydonius, were left on the steps of a monastery. Taken in by monks who embedded not only the ways of tranquility but asceticism of life, keeping a level head and letting karma take its course. To me, good things come to those who do good. Many days in the life of Ignus Cydonius are filled with disciplined anger and an ungodly determination of will, which guided his willingness to persevere through acts of revolutions in the shadows of his pierce who bullied him for his abnormalities to adapt in the monks' ways. Throughout many, many fortnights Cydonius slowly shifted to their ways, though in more ways than one, still found himself questioning every answer provided from monks higher in his hierarchy. Thinking back on his days, he can hear clear as day the voices of his mentors. "If in our daily life we can smile, if we can be peaceful and happy, not only we, but everyone will profit from it." As the years blinked through in segues of events, it wasn't long after Cydonius' will would be put to the test. Bandits, that of which tableau a thirst for profit that can't be sanctioned through normal means and soon they found themselves permeating through the valley, pillaging and stealing goods like sugar and gold from nearby villages they stumbled upon. Cydonius coincidentally encountered them by chance. On a dirt road, a horse and carriage amidst being garnished. At...