I see a tall dark man and a little girl from afar, the man shake's the girl screaming awful things. I can hear her scream and make my way toward the two, hand held closely to my sword. I demand that the man let go of the girl and talk to me, he stops if only for a few seconds and stands tall. The girl runs behind me and holds my leg. "This does not concern you" says the man with a dark tone to his voice. He pulls out a dagger and leaps toward me with fury, the dagger inches from my chest. I tell him to please stop for I am not a violent man, but the man refuses to listen. I close my eyes and imagine my father is right beside me, telling me I must defend myself. When I open my eyes the man stares at me with hatred, I look down to see my sword in his side. This is the first time I have had to end a life, and understood now how it was so fragile. Why have I chosen this life? It must be fate.... The little girl approaches me from the side and holds out her hand, offering a handful of gold coins to me. I refuse and ask if she is alright. "Yes" replies the girl, "You saved me from the bad man". She wraps her arms around me tightly, then released and runs off. I did not know the purpose of this mans anger towards the girl or me, but the satisfaction that was given from helping a citizen in need felt amazing. When I was young I lived a small life.I would play with the other kids just as any normal child would, help father clean and cook when needed.The best looking man in the world I am not, therefor never had a love experience when I was younger. I am tall with blonde hair and brown eyes, a scar above my right eye from being cut when I was young, and a scar on the left side of my stomach from a dagger incident. But enough with my looks. I never knew my Mother and father never told stories of her but he was always there for me. When my father was not travelling the lands he tought me to use a sword and shield, told me to never harm others unless there was no choice. Growing up I studied Toran as my father did and was fastinated. I though maybe I could grow up to be a Knight of Toran just as my father was, that maybe I could devote my life to him if it was my destiny to do so. I observed other Knights as they came in and out of their life and would dream of being like them, they all would tell me I had the devotion needed to be a paladin. (My father always told me to protect people no matter what race or god they server, I think he believed I may one day help bring peace to our lands). It has been 10 long years since I've seen my father, he died in when I was a little boy, a local peasant just like the one who's life I just took took my fathers life. I think about him every day though. He raised me to be a proud warrior, but also a loyal man. I do not desire to take revenge into my own hands, only to have justice be served. It brings joy to my life providing this service to the people, knowing that I will always be there to protect a life in danger when around. Unfortunately this world is not full of peace and laughter, but hatred.... where I begin my adventure is a mystery to me. I feel fate will bring me to my destination in the end though.