Edward was born into a world that hated him. Every day was a constant struggle finding food, clothing and let alone medicine. The damp musky air filled the nose with an acrid sent of burning coal. All Edward wanted was to run away and leave but, his mother was sick, and he couldn't leave her.

Edward spent all of his time searching around in the drudgery of the lower side of the city begging for food until he was old enough to work. The ground and walls were always covered with grime and the sky always black with the smoke of the town factories producing goods.

So, when he finally became of age, he took any job he could find just to buy medicine for her. Often times skipping whole days' worth of meals just to afford it. Edward took a job on a whaling ship for a decent payout.

he arranged for his mother to be taken care of and for his pay to be sent there. He was gone for 6 months, the ship he was on was dirty and the men he left with were all disheveled and looked like they had killed many men in cold blood. When he returned, all he found was a grave, no note, no money nothing but his mothers' grave.

Edward left his home determined not to lose another person and vowed to make a place where this type of thing didn't happen to people no-one deserved this, he didn't deserve this.