Kaldan had a moderate up-bringing, his family line had no magic to speak of but his mother and father made it work; only having to worry about food during the winters, when even bugs were hard to come by. Life is expensive, his family didn't own much but they were happy in their one bed room apartment. Until his mother became ill when Kaldan was ten. Pneumonia; something so trivial to those with access to antibiotics. His father sold one of his kidneys too keep food on their table. Kaldan's mother recovered but his father was always sickly and weak after that. Kaldan joined the guard, as a cadet, once he was old enough and he became a fully-fledged guardsman when he was 17. A thankless job but he would always have a place to live and a full belly. Although the sounds of children crying as they were given to the government by their own parents for producing a little magic kept him up some nights. He did his best not to dwell of such things until he stumbled across a group of smugglers helping to move a young boy and his mother out of the city.
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