The story of my life is a weird one, well maybe I should rephrase...it's weirder than normal. Life regardless of who has it or lived it was never meant to be simple, all life especially stories about it can never be considered normal. On the night I and my twin brother was born, our father who was a blacksmith for a local Lord was murdered on his way back, according to the maids that raised me, he had raised enough money to free himself and my mother from indentured slavery, he was quite adamant about not having his twin son's born into slavery.