You may wonder why I am dead… Or how did I die.. If you wonder any of these… You came to the right book… It all started when I was a meer child. I lived in a little village.. Had a loving family, and great friends. But that all changed, when the Undead attacked… Killed everyone… Incenerated my parents… I spent SEVEN years, in the wilderness, with the animals… Until a druid found me… He kept me at his home until I was a teen, then I walked off… Joined the Nical… Met a man named Will, a year later, he left the Nical.. And so did I… I spent those years living on the poor, frozen floor of the Kings Road, until one day Will found me, and he asked if I wanted to join him, I, being a curious one, asked what did he mean, he answered, to join the Adelban family. It turned out to be a blood brother family.. It was family, so I joined… And for a year… Everything was nice and rainbows… I had love… Only the finest of steak and pork… And a nice.. Clean room just for me… Until one day.. We captured a child named Alek…. Alek, Halblood, we kept him in the Slums of Alras. I promised I would never tell a soul… But one day… His father got me, with 3 of his men.. Tortured me for days… Until I confessed and told his son’s location… Will found out, and banished me. I lived for another few years, feeling the pain of no love… Feeling the pain of living without family… Until one fateful day, I was with my friend, Aster. I thought… Why should I make myself feel this pain? So… I ran off into my tent… Made some poison… Enough to kill 4 men… Drank it. Drank it whole. I will let this book down now, because I just made myself a little grave in my tent… Aeriel give me strengh in the afterlife…. R.I.P, ~Dreadmoore, or Alanor as some know him as.