Prologue

In a dark land, not long after the dawn of time, a child was born to a wizard. Though unplanned, the birth of this child was seen as a miracle to his parents. Unfortunately, as it was against custom for wizards to bear children of their own, he was sent away in secrecy to be raised by his paternal aunt in a land far from his birthplace. There, the child grew and was raised as any child would have been, never having known his true parents, or even their identities.

As a boy, even without knowledge of his true origin—or perhaps because of it—he was outcast. His childhood was far from a joyous one, and though he was well-loved by his aunt and his adopted family, he never felt as though he truly fit in. Chindren, for that was his name, would spend long hours alone in the forest that surrounded the town. No one knew what he did there, though there were rumors and whispers of dark and evil things. In truth, Chindren had befriended the animals of the forest and had found in their gentle spirits the friends he was so sorely lacking amongst his own kind. Over the years he had developed a certain intuition that allowed him to communicate with the animals—not with words as people use (something he now regarded as clumsy), but with the flows of spirit that he learned bound all things living and inanimate.

When forced to deal with others of his kind, he was often amazed to witness mankind’s seeming deafness to the voice of spirit, which he learned manifests itself in truth and honesty, and quickly came to loathe the deception and deceit that all too often lurked beneath the surface of those he encountered. From a young age he swore himself an enemy of deceit and much of his time spent alone in the forest was devoted to meditation and the self-enlightenment one achieves from the pure pursuit of truth and honesty.

Though he was true to himself, he found he was forced to assume an air of mystery when among his own kind; for he had learned that men were frightened of things they did not understand, and could often turn to force to eliminate that which was different from themselves. This seeming hypocrisy of being forced to be less than truthful tried his soul constantly. He wanted nothing more than to be himself among his peers and to in his mind also free them from the shackles he could so plainly see, but it seemed that no matter how he tried, there was always some dark and hidden force lurking in the shadows preventing it.

This only served to further his isolation, and as Chindren grew up, he grew also further and further away from those around him, to the point where even his adopted brothers and sisters appeared to him no different from the townsfolk he so methodically avoided.

When he reached the age of individuality at a dozen and one quad seasons, he was already all but alienated from society and desired nothing more than to leave his memories of this unforgiving town behind him and start anew. He remained close only to his aunt by this time, for of all the people he had known and grown up with, only her spirit was as kind as those of the animals of the forest, and he loved her dearly as he would the mother he never had.

It was therefore only inevitable that his aunt should awaken one morning to find a note beside her pillow and Chindren gone in the night. She cried for him that morning; but though it hurt her to see Chindren gone, in truth she had known this day would come for a long time.

Her husband had been enraged to discover, days later, that she had hidden Chindren’s departure from him. He had yelled again and again that he could not understand why she had just let the boy go if she loved him as she so claimed, but she knew it was out of love that she had; and though she loved her husband as well, she also knew he would never understand her reasons, and so remained silent as he beat her for the humiliation she had caused him among the townsfolk. As he did, she prayed only that Chindren would one day return to her.

And so begins the story of how Chindren left the hamlet of Willowbrook behind to foray out into the world for the first time, and to begin the journey that would define the man he was soon to become.

The story continues…

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