Legends of Belariath

Kydo

His story was something that was not an easy one to tell. His young years are unknown to everyone including himself. His first memories were around the age of four years when he woke on a caravan being transported to whereabouts untold. He did extensive research in his older years to find out what he could, however nothing came easy and the best he could decifer was that he was cast out due to the color of his wings and was lucky to survive, though even how he managed this is uncertain.

He spent years searching for clues as to what his clan could have been, or numerous other things that might be able to give him a past, but nothing came. The more he looked the more he despaired until he accepted the fact that he was and always would be an exile. It was that point that he took the name 'Exile' and began to use it as his own. Kydosell had been what he was called before, and he figured that somehow this had been his name and so he kept it in his mind, but only gave out the alias to those around himself.

For years it seemed that he was being hunted as often times light wings would come and bar his way, often ending in bloody battles. From fight after fight his arms became scarred, some large and others insignificant. It was impossible to tell if his arms were every protected or if he just used them as a gaurd when nothing else would work. Kydo had one chance to learn of his heritage when he found his brother Rizo... however he quickly learned that his brother whose wings had turned dark after many years of them being a brilliant gold hated him and blamed him for it.

This began a battle between the two. It was clear that Rizo was easily the better of the two as he ripped through any defense that Kydo tried to use against him. Through the fight as Kydo fought for survival he tried to pry information out of Rizo and could get nothing from him. It was when they took to the air that Kydo gained the upper hand. While skyborne Kydo exceled at combat and struck his brothers wing, sending him plumeting to the ground. Rizo was injured, but alive and Exile new he couldn't stay around for long. However he wanted to meet with Rizo again and so he left him, having to hope that he would endure, for he was perhaps his only chance to find out about his past.

That is what led this exile to Nanthalion. He heard of an arena, promises of great rewards, and of course battle. Perhaps if Rizo had lived he would show up there once again. He had to go and find this place, he had to find this arena and be there, perhaps Rizo would show and perhaps he could learn a little about what his past had been like.

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