... I did not. [ _{His words were almost mournful... he misses a life where he could be both a warrior and a human, not just a tool for fighting. The finer things like exciting new food, feeling the sun down upon him and even human comforts like hand holding or kissing were gone. All of them.} ]

... I was betrayed by my family and was torn to pieces for disagreeing with their lifestyle. Someone high up in the world thought I was too important to die so they stole what was left of me and gave me a choice; I either allow myself to be turned into a weapon or they would leave me for dead. They knew I had 'special talents' and if I died... they would lose out on an opportunity to own something powerful.

I did not want to die. [ _{No-one really did.} ] I sought revenge... and for that reason I had to live. I let them use me as a tool. I let them control me, thus I killed in their name. When I finally escaped I realized that no matter how far I ran from the battlefield now, forever and always... I would always be a soldier. Physically, at least.

[ _{A soft chuckle; he was well known in his world for both bad and good reasons.} ]

Mentally however I am no longer that man. Even if I am still missing much... I do try to enjoy the life I have. What about you? How did you become a warrior?