He was called Saros, son of Emperor Id Halar, grandson of Aoouhustide.
Saros had no fixed abode since childhood, traveling everywhere with his father and elder brother. He didn't know who his mother was, nor had he ever seen her.
Because his father had passed away when he was very young, from the time Saros had memories, his elder brother took on the heavy burden of the family, protecting him and taking care of him like a parent.
His elder brother was not a strong man, he was frail and sickly from childhood.
In the Yatun Clan, such physical weakness was very rare.
But Saros deeply respected his elder brother, for it was he, despite his frailty, who made every effort to raise him.
Although life was hard, and could even be called poor, Saros cherished those times very much.
When he recalled his childhood, what stood out in Saros's memory was not the hardship, but the warmth.
The years of dependency on his elder brother were Saros's most precious treasure.
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