9 years... There was a boy and his little sister. They lived in the capital city as farmers.  And smithy's. He worked his fingers to the bone for his little sister,making sure she'd have a better life than him. When the war erupted. He immediately rushed home to find his house in flames and went in with hesitation rushed inside to save his little sister. He pulled her out as she was slumbering from the smoke, believing she had died. His fur and body blackened from burns. The people around the capital gathered as he screamed in pain. Trying desperately to help mend his wounds and praying for the pup, he saw a person who was like him, shrouded by darkness and never remembered. The pup reached out for them, with only one wish... 

"Make sure his sister was alive and happy."

The stranger took his hand and the curse of capital began. 

A monolthic tank copper with a demonic face of sorrow and joy erected in the city square, lava pouring down from its mouth and eyes And the incarnation of the boy, red and orange haired with black fur, looking scared at what he had made. He saw it slaughter people in its line of fire. The last thing he saw and was ever happy for was an old veteran taking his sister out of the capital.

He knows that he can never be with his sister or ever pass on to meet with his family. He is sad, but is forced to be complacent with it....

The curse repeats every year.