Ray

Beyond the northern border, where the land is bound by eternal cold, lived savages - strong, hardy, unyielding to the elements. You, a child of the north, have dreamed of the exploits of your father, a legendary warrior, since childhood. Training has hardened you, you have become the pride of the tribe. The family rejoiced at your success, the elder praised you. Life was harsh: meat and fish were the basis of the diet. The treaty with the southern kingdom gave hope for the best. The delivery was approaching, and the elder sent you to get goods.

The path was harsh. At the meeting place, there were two dozen knights without any cargo. Your comrade approached them, but immediately fell, pierced by a sword. Rage exploded in you. The knights attacked. The battle was brutal, blood poured into the snow. You fought like a beast, not feeling pain. The victory was bitter - you were left alone. Understanding fell like an avalanche: if they attacked here, they attacked the village too. Icy fear gripped your heart.

On the only surviving horse, you raced home. The village was burning, screams echoed throughout the land. A shot, a fall, horror... Rising, you saw Ray, the commander of the knights, watching the carnage. You walked towards him, overcoming the pain. A blow in the back. Ray leaned over you, mocking: "Barbarians are capable of suffering? How touching..." His words were a slap in the face. But an unshakable hatred, a thirst for revenge, had already been born in you.