Chapter One: Discovery

Firan is the smallest country in Vesharduron. It wasn't difficult to find the town of Darvet. It was even easier to find Him. Our task was simple: find Him, watch Him, and send regular reports to the king.

His family was plain and poor, His father a farmer with a young wife and two sons. But we knew that the raven-haired, green-eyed toddler was blessed with power beyond human comprehension. Fortunately, we are not human.

He was so innocent, so unaware of the essential part he was to play in the destinies of those he loved most. How I envied him that blissful ignorance! Oh how I longed for the past century to be washed from memory, leaving only the wisdom of a child. But alas, he hideous violence of three wars was imprinted in my mind, and a fourth, on the horizon, would erase all traces of innocence from His generation. And He, blissfully oblivious, was cradled safely in His mother's comforting arms, His baby-face pink and glowing with almost angelic grace and happiness. We knew that glow would soon leave Him, and, by he time he came to us, so would His happiness and grace.

By that time, he would be a man...