Ah, well, I was born in a beautiful tropical bay, much like this one. My father was a proud man. Hard and almost cruel, but my mother was like yours- sweet and kind. Then one day, when I was a monthling, my mother disappeared. I had no clue as to what had happened to her, but I always had an eerie feeling that her disappearance had something to do with an argument between her and my father. I don't even know what that was about. After that, my father pretty much ignored me, except when it came to battle training. He gave me good instruction in that. The captain of the guard was my best friend. He helped me through many tough situations in my life. But then he died in a war with enemy seahorses. Our land was conquered. And so I came here looking for somewhere I could live.