"What are you planning?" Belarion muttered under his breath, his voice carried away by the wind.
"I could not help you if I don't know how to help you" he muttered while sighing
Lost in a mix of curiosity and concern, Belarion found himself lost in thought
Which rarely never happens to him
He thought back to the days when he was a child. A simpler days.
Belarion, even as a child, possessed an extraordinary physical prowess that set him apart from his peers.
From a young age, he displayed unmatched strength and power, making it clear that he was destined for greatness on the battlefield.
Growing up in the Brolgadhr tribe, he was known as a courageous child, brimming with the spirit of a tiger and a temper to match.
As a child, Belarion often found himself at the center of attention
He himself like the admiration of those people around him. When he returns victorious, he heard the cheers of his tribesmen and he could not be happier.
