Trevor grew up the simple only son of a simple woodsman and his herbalist wife.  His youth was filled with warnings about what lay beyond the walls of their homestead and learning to protect himself and his family.  His father wasn't good with a bow but had a strong axe arm and could fell young trees quite easily.  His mother never touched a weapon other than her knife, which she mostly used for pruning and digging.

Life in his youth was simple.  But it began to tarnish as he reached his late teens.  Although still quite young, it was then that he realized that he could see a bit better than either of his parents.  It was also around then that he crafted his first bow after seeing a huntsman while traveling with his father to get some supplies.  And, it was then that he first suspected that his parents weren't telling him the truth.

Trevor took to the bow with ease and passion.  In only a couple of years, he was able to hunt with his father and their lives began to pick up.  He also began to experiment with crafting arrows and learning more from both of his parents about their own skills.

When he turned twenty, Trevor asked the question his parents had hoped he would never ask.  With sorrow and a bit of fear in their gaze, they explained that he was a child found in the woods and not their naturally born son.  They explained that his mother was barren and would never be able to have children of her own.  They explained that he wasn't like other children he had played with from time to time and that one of his parents was most likely an elf.

To him this was both horrifying and liberating, but he had known these two parents his whole life and why would someone else abandon him in the woods?  He would stay with his parents a few more years, but the trust was beginning to erode quickly after that birthday.  They tried to act like nothing had changed and he knew nothing would ever be the same again.

Before he turned 25 he was ready to leave.  He told them he wanted to see the world outside their walls.  They believed he wanted to find his birth parents.  Although both were true, his parents feared that if he stayed any longer they would be in danger should he ever find out the truth about how they found him in the woods.

They hoped he would never learn that he wasn't abandoned.  They hoped he would never learn that he was stolen from his mother's womb.  But only they knew that by leaving he would never learn the truth because the bones were buried under his mother's herb garden.  So they let him leave and offered him what they had to help his journey.

Trevor traveled and survived before coming into his own, coming to grips with the loss of his parents, and understanding that he would never learn who his real parents were.  Yet, being raised by a woodsman and an herbalist set him on a path that helped him time and again as he came into his own profession.