The adventure of Diah Bali Indonesia

I was born in Bali, a small town in River Candidasa. The village was built on stilts in the middle of a river. My family lived in a simple house on the outskirts Bali. My father Diah was a fisherman and caught fish and cratfish. My mother knitted clothes and bags. Both sold their goods to retailers from outside and sometimes to the people in town. My childhood was peaceful and blessed, we always had enough to eat and otherwise we lacked nothing. With my 6 siblings, it was never boring. Of course, we often swam in the river or rowed ashore and played there. By age came the responsibility. We helped in the household and in the work of our parents. We children earned us a little pocket money to do so. So we were careful in the pastures often sheep or accumulated to sell mussels and herbs on the riverbank. When I was eight years old, was attacked by a dragon Bali and there start the diah bali adventure . At the same time bandits raided the city, in retrospect, I suspect there is now a link. In this massacre almost my whole family was killed. Only my eldest brother Diah Bali and I survived. We were kidnapped by the bandits and brought to Patania. There we were humiliated by torture and ill-treatment and broken our will. They eventually sold us rich elves from the city. There we were doing while well under the circumstances as slaves, but we toiled day after day without a break. 

Our hearts were longing for freedom, then, again to see Bali. But we were aware that our 'owners' there possessed contacts and we were not sure. When I was 17 years old, finally we managed to escape. But on the way my brother was killed. Before we fled, I had to promise him to listen to him, no matter what he asked of me. Shortly before the protective thicket of the forest, I tripped and fell. Camillus helped me. He ordered me immediately to run into the woods and hide there and not to turn around, no matter what I would hear. As I ran, I heard him call that I should not wait for him and go as far away as I could. I should not wait for him, he would find me. He had barely finished speaking when I heard him cry out in pain. When I reached the forest, I saw what had happened. Through my fall the bloodhounds of our men had almost caught up with us. He sacrificed himself so that I could save me in the pictures on Indonesia manga. Diah had no chance against the unarmed dogs - they tore him like parchment. I ran as fast and far I wore my short legs. As night fell, I crossed a creek, where I washed and covered with mud, to mask my scent. On the other side I climbed an old yew tree to be attacked in the night not by wild animals. At dawn, I broke off a strong branch and climbed down. I continued to run, as fast as I could. 

On the way I ate occasionally a few berries and mushrooms, as soon as I found something edible. At each stream I drank hastily a few sips and covered me with mud again. The first suitable stone I carved me in my second camp a spear to defend. After countless days I reached completely exhausted and only with rags on his body to Lombok in Indonesia. I knew the city from my early childhood. On a large market my parents once hawked their goods in and made ​​contact with dealers. At the beginning I was not sure if I was really in Indonesia. I recognized the city again barely. In a civil war, large parts of the city were destroyed and completely different from how it was before. In Bali I passed through some small rip-offs of some copper and was able to get clothes and the most important thing to buy to survive. After a few days I was recovering and met a trader who wanted to go to Woods Edge. I made ​​friends with him and he allowed me to travel with him, if I would protect his goods from bandits and wild animals. So we soon reached Woods Edge in Galt. I lived there for three years in a tavern, where I helped out in the kitchen. At first I just washed the dishes and served the guests. After some time I was able to help the cook, later even represented when he was sick. I saved alongside with other small jobs on some gold. So I started a runaway animals, picking herbs and mushrooms in the forest, selling meat and skin of hunted animals, shearing sheep and occasionally took care to children from travelling abroad merchants from the city. 

During this time, my body and my soul recovered from the rigors of the past nine years. My wounds healed and by working in the sun, they soon began to be on paler. After endless months Nightmare tormented nights my sleep was peaceful. Was I in the first few months still testy and had to restrain myself constantly, finally my soul was again balanced. Despite the enormous health progress was aware that it would take years before I really was able to overcome all the shadows of history. So was my fear of dragons exist and I could not judge, how I would react in a second encounter on a dragon. At the age of 20 years I was on my way to Bali in Indonesia. My trip took me next to the forest the river following the course to the south. By the end of my 22 years of age I clothing in bali jeans . My desire is to start with the beginning of my 23rd birthday in Bali  in protecting the anonymity of the big city was a new life. So I took off my old name and called as Tigerly by my brother Camillus. Nobody in Bali knew my story and no one knew my name was. I keep this since my arrival there as a mystery. I still feel connected with nature and safely in forests. In the vicinity of water I feel safe, so I moved to Bali. But I felt since I was eight years nowhere more at home.