Legends of Belariath
Nerrean
Late into the night the howling screams of the woman's voice could be heard as Nerrean was brought into the world. She having had three daughters before expected no less than to add another daughter to their family. When Nerrean was born to say his mother was disappointed would be to understate the level of pissed off that flooded her every sense. In the instant that she set eyes on the squalling, howling little newborn her first instinct was to drown the thing in the river like like any other unwanted burdensome thing. Were it not for the council of those closest to her that likely would of been the young boy's fate. The woman tried at every turn to ignore the fact she was Nerrean's mother instead focusing on the matters of what was thought to be relatively influential house she being a commanding force or so she liked to think at least. Under her guidance however the house had raised a 'private army' to fight for whatever causes they deemed of importance or relevance.
In the years that followed it took the boy no time at all to come to the realization that he was seen as a weight upon the necks of those that he might call family. He struggled day in and day out to prove that he had purpose and value to the mother that thought him little more than a rat that infested their home. Despite any effort to sway them nothing could budge the disgust his mother and sisters held for him. By the time he was twelve his mother was so sick of pretending to love me boy, a task that she fail at in every possible way, that she called upon a soldier to do her bidding. And never were there more hateful words uttered than those that spilled from his mother's lips that night. 'Remove that parasite from my presence and rid me of him, I never want to set eyes upon him again.'
Within the week the soldier had formulated a plan the army was set to march into what was sure to be an unremarkable skirmish but it would be plenty to be the boy's undoing. In the dead of night Nerrean was robbed from his bed and dragged from his home under guise of being taught what it was to be a man. Nerrean knew however that the excuses were a thinly veiled lies the whispers had run rampant he was well aware that this, all of this, was at his mother's command. He was suited in ill filling armor and given a battered weapon and placed amid the others set to fight for honor or some such nonsense. The boy had very little chance to begin with no one actually expecting him to survive the clash. It shocked no one that when the dust cleared Nerrean was nowhere to be found.
The unfortunate truth was that the boy had been captured by the other side who found far more amusing to make him serve them and entertain them as a buffoon or a clown than they ever could of gotten from simply killing him. At first he held out hope that his family would come for him no matter how they disliked him they would never leave him to the whim of a foe. This was a hope however that faded quickly as first days passed then weeks without word from his family they had abandoned him or they simply did not care. Oddly enough as the time passed his captors became strangely fond of him and as the weeks melted into years they became more a family than his own had ever been. Time had fostered the anger that grew for his mother and sisters that anger into hate and that hate festered into the ugly lust for revenge.
Those seeds were fed each and every day as he sought by any means to grow in wits and strength so that one day he could collect on the debt that was owed him. Many still viewed him as a prisoner, there for their entertainment despite the years he had spent in their company so his days were anything but quiet. But he had those willing to teach him, to train him and day by day he grew stronger, more clever and ever more hungry for revenge. Its hard to say how many years passed in this way those years however hardened him into a beast. One night when everyone slept the not so captive prisoner left he was on a mission everyone knew exactly where he was going.
Armed and ready he went back to the place he once had called home he knew that place better than anyone. He was a one man assault cutting down any that stood in his way it couldn't of taken more than a matter of minutes but seemed to be a moment frozen in time as he made his way to his sisters and mother. By the time they figured out what was happening he had sliced open two of his sisters and carved his mother's head from her neck. He had every intent to seize the power and control his mother had found so valuable. Before the job was complete though he found himself overwhelmed by the soldiers sworn to his mother's purpose. Any other man might of been put to death but there was a quiet ... gratitude from the sister he had not gotten to so instead he was swept way to a distant land while everyone was still dumbfounded by what had happened. Rumor has it that his sister set ablaze the remains of her poor dead mother and sisters assuring their deaths would remain a permanent state before gracefully stepping into the shoes her mother had left empty in her absence ... but that's just a rumor after all.
Nerrean however was not done fighting yet he would scar the world if need be everyday a new fight and every place a new battlefield until he's powerful enough to go back and finish what he started....