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When Kiril's mother died, life really lit up for him. Although he was put in a orphanage, He broke out that very night he was put in. From that point forward, he was a runaway.

While on the road, he learned opinions of coming people. For example, The Emperor of Eurasia was named Paul, and was a real good guy. Kiril enjoyed hearing about others, and hearing about what to come. Kiril slept at day, traveled at night, because he thought it was more peaceful... He was wrong. Soon, ominous monsters started appearing, attacking Kiril on sight. Although they were no problem alone, they had strength in numbers... and he was certainly out-numbered. He then started walking at day... finding somewhere safe to sleep at night. He wasn't sure what he was going to do... where he was going to end up... what he was going for. He didn't know. The only keeping him going as the thought of a final, peaceful life, but he could dream. He knew deep inside he wasn't going to get that, and no matter how hard he tried, he still wouldn't achieve it. He was a crook, and resorted to stealing, and that meant anything he could get his hands on. And he was quick too, nearly never got caught... but when he did, however, He killed anyone who noticed. Kiril made little to no friends when he traveled... until he met a traveling caravan.