The boy, who would be hero, was, for all intents and purposes, a little blonde haired, blue eyed devil, so his mother would say, before she was killed by a rockslide. He was constantly under foot and had to be pulled out of Cravens Tower more than once. His father even caught him as far as the the Guardians old tower, Overwatch Keep. Yes, he was a handful but he was bright, quick to learn and jovial of nature. His father assumed he would work with him at the blacksmith shop, but on the day of Sundering, his sixteenth year when he would have to choose his life path, a Guardian came passing through town that very day.
Know one knows where he was headed or why he stopped at Wardens Pass but it is well known that a Guardian can sense power in another, and that is when there was a knock at the door.......
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