I was six cycles old when I was taken. The soldiers came with ugly gaping mouths that screamed and yelled and drooled. They raped and murdered my father, my mother, my older brother and my sister. I was taken and given as a gift to the Crown Prince of Zetaria a monstrous, twisted man of strange tastes and some persuasions.
But for the Kings Vizier, Anubis I would have been destined for a life of misery and depravity until the Prince tired of me. Anubis seized me from the Crown Princes clutches before the man could so much as breathe on me, claiming me as tribute for an enchantment worked in battle. The old mage raised me as the son he would never have.
