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I was born under the rustle of leaves and the song of sparrows, in a quiet grove near Nagnang's wooded edges. My parents, keepers of the old ways, lived as part of the land. They raised me among roots and rivers, teaching me to listen before I spoke, and to step lightly, as not to disturb the moss beneath my feet. My mother could calm a wild hare with her hands. My father, stern but patient, taught me the names of every tree and the signs left behind by fox or deer. We were not nobles, nor bound to temples or war. We were the watchers unseen but always seeing. I often wondered if the trees whispered back when my parents weren't listening. As I grew, I helped till the ground, gather herbs, and tend the wounded creatures who found their way to us. But peace has its seasons, and childhood is not a place one can remain forever. The time came, as it must for all, to choose my own path. I felt the weight of legacy, but not the burden. My parents never asked me to stay. "The forest never cages its birds," my mother said. Now, it is my turn to step beyond the canopy of my youth. I have chosen to become a Ranger not just a walker of woods, but a protector of balance, a silent bow drawn between chaos and calm. The path of the Ranger is one of self discipline, deep understanding, and swift action when needed. It is not always glorious, but it is right. I study the wind's direction, the shifting scents on the air. I train my body as my parents trained my spirit. I learn from the seasoned Rangers of the lands those who live like shadows beside the roads and ruins, guiding lost souls and guarding ancient trails. My name is Bossdori, and I carry the roots of Nagnang within me. But my feet now move with purpose toward something more to serve as a quiet blade of the forest, a whisper in the trees, and a Ranger of the Kingdom | |