Revenge.
That was my sole purpose in life.
Nothing would make me happier than to crush the heart of the Elf that fancied my mother, and left her to fend for herself in a Kingdom that looked down on the Human race.
I, who had been born from such a union, was scorned by the Elves for being a filthy half-blood, whom they looked upon as a stain in their noble bloodline.
This was why I didn't hesitate to use one of the prized treasures of the Elves, the Kinslayer, to kill the arrogant Prince of the Elven Race, Enlil Neifion, who bore the same name as the man that I wished to kill.
Unfortunately, the bastard chose to save his life and teleported away from the tournament before I could even give him the killing blow.
The Patriarch of the Rowan Tribe, Sir Maximilian, protected me from the demands of the Elves, who wished for me to be surrendered into their custody.
Since both sides refused to budge, I decided to compromise and surrendered the Kinslayer to them.