Weir's story began two years ago, on the day the Beastmen attacked his village.
He was only ten years old then, still just a child who knew nothing, and he lost all his family and friends as his former home became ruins.
Only his mother, dragging her weary body, escaped with Weir into the forest.
With no food and no water source, they could only rely on scavenging fruits to barely survive.
However, misfortune did not stop there.
Soon after, they were captured by a group of passing slave merchants.
His mother tried to get Weir to escape, but ultimately they were brought to the slave market.
Weir only remembered being displayed like a commodity in front of those cold buyers.
He wore rough fabric, his stomach was starving to the point his chest was touching his back, and even his basic dignity was stripped away.
His mother held Weir tightly, silently enduring it all.
