Once upon a time, in the middle of the majestic and incredibly magical forest, when a rare ray of sunshine could be seen only within the first minutes of sunrise, a lone warrior was resting on the highest branch of an old tree. Wearing a torn apart robe that was barely holding itself, with a long sword still stained in the blood of his enemies and attached to his back, Deamon was trying to catch as much sunlight as was possible.
At first glance, he seemed defeated and soulless. But if one looks deeper, he was a sorrowful conqueror. His gauntlets were torn apart and laying beside the tree roots, and his breastplate had bloody holes on it. Nothing was left of his helmet, right vambrace, and left pauldron. The rest of the armor was heavily damaged and covered in dirt and blood. However, his armor bared two marks that hinted at the warrior's royal origins, a dark blue phoenix and a miner's gold pan.
His parents passed away when he was just a mere child, leaving him with a mission to protect the forest from unwanted intruders. His father, named Grant Goldfeather by the gods, was a fine warrior and miner. Grant's family was slaughtered right in front of his eyes, leaving him with no choice but to run away from his kin and look for a new home. Deamon never knew what caused the gnomes to kill his father's family, and, as a matter of fact, he didn't want to know. In a diary left to him by his father, he found out about Grant's royal origins and inheritance that was lost or spent long before the death of his father's family. The dairy told Deamon how Grant had been looking a little over three winters for a place he could call home. Finally, after a long journey to the south, deep inside old woods, Grant met Luna Lovelymaiden, Deamon's mother.
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