The Fate of the Red Race
As a child of the Red Race my life has never been easy. We who have survived live a joyless life full of toil and despair. My first memory is being torn away from my caregiver. This was the only time I have ever felt any great emotion. As I was pulled away from the only person I loved, she slipped a heart shaped locket in my grasping hand. To this day I hide the locket under my tunic to soothe my weary soul.
