This is a soliloquy from my character in a DND campaign I've been in for quite some time. His backstory has recently come heavily into play and the DM has done a wonderful job of hitting critically on the emotions.

Short backstory: My character is a shape shifter who came from Russian roots, growing up with his brother Jeremy on a rural farm outside of Chicago, cared for by their grandparents. The full fate of their birth parents is unknown, although it has been clarified that war was likely a cause for their disappearance/death. My character (and myself honestly) was not prepared to face the past when he was suddenly thrown back in time for just the briefest of time to experience lost memories.

Writing and character development: Me

Voicing: Me

Music: Beautiful rendition of the Russian National Anthem arranged for piano/violin by Olov Brändström (Check out his YouTube here: www.youtube.com/channel/UCkdW8_FoTiUJlrUOvkfkTZg )