The Warrior rivaled only by the gods themselves, or was it the warrior blessed by the gods themselves? Now was it the man who put an end to the wars of the north and all of its bloodshed… or did he begin the bloodshed? The empire’s last and greatest tool… or was it the sharpest and most refined one?. Many titles have been bestowed upon me, but before all of them there was merely a boy, a timid boy who loved rocks of all things. This is a tale told all before, it's only difference being this: It is the story of my journey, of my rise, and my eventual fall. This is the  tale of a boy who admired stones above all things, but who found a maiden who made even the stones weep for her love. This is above all else a story of finding out what really matters in this vast world we tend to overcomplicate. A journey told by many in exaggerated ways that make me more outlandish with each consecutive telling. This is the real one, for this is told by the only one who can truly recite a man’s life properly. The man himself.