The wind brushed across the little boy’s smooth skin as he looked down from the peak of the mountain. He thought, “What beautiful weather, it's nice to pick some berries.” The boy was at the age of 9, has a slender body, brown eyes and golden hair. He can already help his father and mother do labor on the farm, pick berries, wash dishes, and he even knows how to prepare a simple dish. “The adult”, was the pseudonym given to him by the village.

After he climbed down the mountains to find some berries to eat, he sensed something's presence. The boy immediately hid behind a tree, trying to take cover. He heard very light footsteps coming closer and closer towards him. That moment, he saw a lone wolf with white, silky fur. It was as large as a two person couch. He had an innocent look, but it could not conceal his vicious mouth with teeth as sharp as razor blades, dripping with saliva. When the wolf noticed the boy with his sharp scent, the boy took out his small knife stained with poison. In a split second, he dashed towards the wolf and made a backflip over it. While landing swiftly on his back, he slid the blade across the wolf’s soft neck. He then immediately jumped off of it’s back, landing in a bush nearby. He watched as the wolf tried to touch his neck struggling in pain, crying in agony.

The wolf’s spirit then slowly drifted into heaven as the body laid on the ground, waiting to decompose. Despite the boy’s intelligence he also has a strong body. And the other nickname given by the village, “The savage juvenile” was almost known across the Kingdom of Dyfed. The name of the boy is Marw, the boy of death. He was a boy who had a goal on becoming one of the strongest swordsmen in the kingdom, and instead of living a boring life in his village, he wanted to leave his village in order to know more about the outside world.