The sun was setting as Heren strode over the hill to come in sight of his familys small home, the spoils of his previous adventure hung over his back, it was not much, but enough to hold his mother and sister till his next expedition, hopefully.
As he approached the house, he realized his excitement, he didn't get to see his sister to much lately, or his own mother, but he had to do what he had to do.
He walked up to the door, but heard nothing, he stops, slightly concerned. He opens the door, and steps inside.
Silence.
He rushes in, his hand on the axe he always wore at his side.
"Lenk!" He hears, as though his sister was right next to him, he whips wildly around, but there was nothing, the wind was toying with him. His mother and sister we're gone, vanished, there was no signs of struggle, no blood, nothing...
Lenk made his way to the near by village, but his mother and sister were not there, nor had any of the villagers seen them.
Then, a morning several months later, after a night of drinking himself into a stupor he arose from a long sleep, stood up and looked to the sky.
"Gone"
"Forever"
"Dead"
And with these words, he began walking, he'd create his own future.
