Prologue

It's name was forbidden to be spoken of, even the slightest whisper in the howling wind was considered a bad omen, as their champion had fallen to the omen, the world was in a time of great turmoil, of great loss, and above all else of great suffering. It was on this night that the child was born, his parents known only to those who witnessed his birth, it was to be kept that way until he was old enough to know. It was on that night that the two strange men arrived upon the small town of Fall Aurbor. One, cloathed in a long black cloak covered his face with a long hood, a walking staff at his side, he was rather thin, rested in the crook of his left arm was the orphaned infant that had been born only a few hours prior, covered by a bundle of blankets. His compananion was not as tall as the first, in fact, he was rather short and dwarf-like, as well as rather plump, he wore simple clothing, a slightly torn t-shirt, and jeans that were far too big for him, he ran a hand through his short brown hair and sighed. "Armatos... I don't like this..." the plump man stated quietly "The child will not be loved here.."

"It is not our place to argue with the king Tyras.." Armatos replied "He will be safer this way away from him."

"But he's not even a forenight old..." Tyras replied glumly "We can't just-"

"We are bound to the king..." Armatos replied "And therefore we must do as he sais.."

Slowly, Armatos walked up to the nearest building and knocked on the door, touching the infant on the forehead and whispering something before disappearing into the nights sky, his companion soon following.