Originally titled orphans call, I'm taking some story changes in the extreme. In fact, Dunedwin won't even be our focus for a while. Let's begin, shall we? Mejluk: You want to know when it started? Well, I'm not the one to talk about it. At least not from the very start. But I'll tell my tale, at least what's still in my memory. For me, it started when my mother left us. My father was a butcher. He earned enough to support us, but not much beyond that. There was never a chance I could be successful unless I had schooling, and my father knew this. Unfortunately, so did they. They can't be named, because no name will fit them. All you need to know is that if they come for you, they can't be stopped. They came around midday, when my father had a cleaver in hand. He tried to stop them, and he paid for it. They put a black bag over my head and took me away. I don't know exactly what happened to my father, but I assume they killed him. All I knew is that they were taking me somewhere. To do what, I wasn't sure. I was sure about one thing though: I was NOT going to let them break me, no matter what they did. I have never been so wrong.