Chapter 1 the beggining

There once lived a boy who had lived a life identical to hell, his parents died in the white flames that evil sorcerers took over the kingdom with in the Great War. Millions died in the Great War and the land they fought for is blood red, grass stained with the blood of the innocent and yet they found enjoyment in torturing and killing the people who had lived in the old kingdom. Sold for 2 gold coins they where forced into decades of work. This unfortunate boy had been born as one of these people and lived in an orphanage, beaten because of his heritage. The people laughed as they beat him up. This boy's name was William, the only entertainment he got was looking at the colours of the bruises he got. The purple bruises he had so many of he called lilacs as he had never actually saw flowers before, they where the closest thing to a flower he could see. He usually tried to make friends with other kids but they never said a word, the traumatising fear left them emotionally paralysed. There was a child who managed to escape and Williams dream was to escape just like he did but he couldn't help but wonder what he would do about food or wouldn't he just be killed for being a relative to the old kingdom's people.