He was almost blinded by the brightness of the sun shining down upon him, like a warm greeting telling him to start his adventure.
Looking back at the his home, the name Fâema engraved on a wooden sign lying next to the door, a small house, made with timber frames, wattle and its easily recognizable thatched roof. A small chimney spewing out spoke whenever the campfire was lit.
His father didn't respond, like usual. After his mother's passing it felt like his whole crumbled, he was a changed man. Taking charge seeing his father's terrific state, Nero had to grow up quicker than kids his age, due to the early passing of his mother. Though she did give him a few lessons to keep for the future, always to be kind and to never give up.
His father was a renowned fighter for their village, even without him, they'd do fine. He was sure, that with more time his father would get back to his senses and move on.
Looking forward for what awaits him in the future, he closes the door behind him and begins walking away from their house. His longsword hanging idly, sheathed within its scabbard on his waist. His cloak, passed down from his grandparents moving along with him flowing lightly in the wind, whilst his leather boots in contrast were heavy and uncomfortable.
Remembering the nice times they all shared together, he set his eyes on his next goal. past those mountains, mt. Azeroth and mt. Azirgan, lies a new continent, Idrithyia. A place with massive bio-diversity and different races.