"That sunrise in the middle of nowhere, sitting on a small trunk of a tree was a great feeling", he mumbled as he was looking at a tall tree, laying in a bunch of dry leaves, a book was covering his face, sleeping , quiet as it was, hearing the chirps of the birds was all it was, he thought of it like a safe place, his bow and arrow was beside him. A loud bushing of the bush was heared, he woke up from the noise, the book fell onto the ground, he reaches for his bow, "Whoever is there, spying on me will have no choice other than to show themselves or die by my hands.", he threatened, aiming his bow and arrow at the bush, he saw a stick and threw it at the bush, he was getting ready for what was about to pop out.
The sound was getting louder, as it turns out just to be a small deer, he immediately put down his bow and leans towards it, he pats its head and stabs it.
He woke up, and started shivering the book fell onto the ground, breathing heavily, his chest was in pain, he tried to calm his self down, Inhale. Exhale
After what happened, he picks up the book, and his arrow, ready to leave. While walking home, he noticed a girl, running deep into the forest, he was curious why was the gurl running, but he didn't mind.
He was near a Village, deep in the woods, he didn't knew anything about this village. Neither does his father. He went to check what was in that Village, based on what he saw, A lot of children were crying, probably because they're hungry, that village was a mess, alot of villagers were sleeping on the floor, only those who have the fortune to buy foods are the only one eating, "Who are this people?" he mumbled to himself, while spying a kid taps his back, "Do you perhaps have a food sir?-" the kid asked but before he could finish, Ramil had already holds his knife infront of the kid, "Who are you?! What are you doing here?!" he shouted making the kid cry and begs for his life, "I'm sorry sir, please forgive me.", the kid pleased, "You have no rights to live here, you peasant", Ramil threatened more, holding his knife more closer to the childs neck, the child was on his knees, crying and begging.
Until someone shot an arrow to him, a scar was left on his face, "You're being too harsh to the child..."