jareds120

Now as I think of the old days I wonder if I am remembered. Maybe I have become a legend whose fame  heroes aspire to attain or maybe I am worshiped already as one who achieved the impossible, one who became a god. But surely there are some, yes, few but some, who know the true story of a boy that was undaunted by the vastness of the world or the permanence of death. However none but I know the entire story.... Until today. I was born in the village of Hetrid in the far reaches of Caste. On one side of the village were the Ult mountains, a chain of rocky spires whose peaks reached higher than even the greatest of birds dared to fly, and