Snow white hair, blue eyes, pale.  Devil, monster, mutt, failure.This story follows one Tyr Faeron, crown prince, heir primus and mass murderer.  A wrathful, angry, and lost young man that has made it his goal to hunt down the men that killed his mother - and he is on the cusp of finishing the promise he'd made before her cairn stones so many years ago.  On the surface he is duplicitous, whimsical, and base of cunning - but within the depths beyond the many masks he wears, something is waiting.  Waiting for an end, the end he'd come to long for, whether it be to himself or any possible threats in his vicinity. After that long labor of vengeance is completed...  Nobody knows, not even him - an arrogant and otherwise solitary individual with nothing in the way of friends - only the brothers of the blackguard who follow him through life as he pursues this mission. He was born a prince, but he'd be called a disappointment - failing to manifest the great power that he was born to before being summarily discarded by his father, a 250 year old 'primus'.  That word again...  Men who can shatter mountains and level cities, that's what he was supposed to be.  Some call them demi-gods, all Tyr sees is a poor excuse for a parent.  Time had made him bitter, cruel, and arguably psychotic - seeing only enemies wherever he looks.  They'd come for him, too, one day - to wipe the slate clean and make room for another - and it's his conviction to ensure that he dies while taking as many of those rats with him. This is a story about finding acceptance, growth, and understanding - from the point of view of a cold and brutal individual who wears many masks.  Of someone who was born to be the greatest emperor the eastern continent has ever seen - but he failed in that.  Strong, yes, but only in the context of a man - Tyr's magic is weak.  His convictions are weak.  He has been made a beast of instinct by loss and a constant confronting of his own impotency in the face of his father. A mythos that stretches across planes, of magic, a pantheon of cruel gods. Of someone who's dedicated his entire mind to the art of killing a man, and none to living a normal childhood or coming to understand friendship, empathy, or compassion.  The first five years of his life a mystery, a hole none have ever been willing to fill, leaving him warped and twisted.  His formative years gone and what must've been most of his humanity along with it.  Now 17, he is on the cusp of leaving the city he'd never been permitted to leave for what might be the first time in his life.  Always searching, though he won't know what for, for some time. An episodic that follows experience and symbolism rather than a never ending series of battles - where the conflict lay in constantly searching for wholeness in lieu of great villains or heroes.  This is where it all started, the origin, the tale told a million times - and yet it hadn't been, 'reality' is tricky like that.  The greatest lie ever told by the tongue that speaks is that any of this was real at all.