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Butterflies are not born, they are created by a life changing event. There comes a point when change is necessary for the good of survival. A rebirth into a new life, from which a greater purpose is to be found. My life before the cocoon was dark and ugly. War, suffering, cold actions in the pursuit of "victory". Money is an awful pursuit. I was a no good soldier whos only focus was preserving the lives of bloodthirsty monsters. My healing abilities were valuable in the field. My reflexes sharpened by years of violence. One day I realized the all of my effort to preserve life, was doing more to destroy it. I resigned and ventured out into the wild to find my place to be reborn. My rebirth leads me to the path of the druid, may my efforts help undue the destruction I helped cause. | |