As long as I can remember I always had the power to see the memories of any living being, but at a great cost. Their life.
I had a wife and a kid. We were happy but I was never able to spend enough time with my son to realize he was on the wrong path.
One day I woke up in the middle of the night to hear a scream downstairs. I ran as fast as I could to only find my son standing over his mother with a sword in hand. Trembling, he dropped it and ran off with whatever he took so he can pay a debt.
To ease her suffering I brought my wife close and looked into her eyes. It was then I realized I can alter her memories, that was the best I was ever able to do for her. From the time she met me to our son's own birth it was like we never existed.
This I swore to seek judgment on my son, he was my responsibility and I failed everyone.
The entire world is full of war, terror, and outcomes you never imagined. My dream is to serve the black mage and rid everyone of their suffering.
