I don't remember my parents at all, nor do I remember my first years of life at all. I know that for humans its normal not to remember the first couple of years, but for my people it isn't. We reach full growth within a year and slowly develope from there. But all that I remember is that I was shipped off to a training camp, where young desert draiks like myself were being trained to be warriors.

I didn't like there much, the food wasn't too great, and they would give us shots every morning, telling us that it was to fend off sickness. I only found out much later that they were really drugs designed to alter our DNA some.

Well I grew up to be a pretty strong and fast draik, and my wounds all healed pretty quickly. But having no contact with anyone else other than my bunkmates, I didn't know that it wasn't normal. But draiks whom I knew kept on disappearing, and I began to notice that a few of my freinds and even myself had a few strange things about them that seemed to develope overnight. No, not like personality changes or anything, but like mutations of some sort.

I didn't think too much about it at first, but they worsened and more draiks disappeared. I later learned that all of those draiks had died, not 'disappeared'. But at the time I was just to young and inexperienced to protest at all.

Then one day an old draik came into our bunk house and told us that it was finally our time to show the world what we were made of. We were excited and eager to show our strength and followed with no hesitation.

Soon they had us off on missions, like assination, taking over nearby villages, and spying. Having grown up in this kind of environment, none of us realized that it was wrong at all and continued on eagerly.

Then one day as we were taking over a village, we were spreading out to find any stragglers, when something caught my attention. It was a little girl. She was curled up in the corner beside the body of her dead father, hugging a old and beaten toy of some sort. When she spotted me, she let out a small frightened gasp and trying to scoot away from me.

As I watched her, something hit me like a brick wall, and I realized that what we were doing was wrong. Bending down, I tried to comfort the girl and assured her that I wasn't going to hurt her. It took a while, but finally I managed to sneak away from where the fighting was and took her to a nearby cave that was most likely used as storage. There were a few others from her village inside, so I left her with them and went on my own way.

That night as I lay silent on the ground with the rest of my buds, I thought over what had happened and made a decision. I had to get away from here! So I snuck silently away from the camp, with only a staff, without anyone noticing, it is one of the things we were trained to do after all.

So finally off on my own, I pledged to myself that I would never involve myself in anything like that again. So I settled down in the desert hills, with a guilty mind and heart. But as a few years went by, and I ventured back down to my home land, I realized that the fighting was getting worse, more lives were being lost, and I soon found out that it was all the fault of one greedy man...The Pharaoh.

That was when I decided that something had to be done about it! So I gathered up any rebels that I found in my travels, and now, together we fight the Pharaoh in any way that we can.

My only hope is that one day we will succeed and send him to the afterlife where he belongs. But until then we won't give up, we will keep on fighting, for my people and for the land!