A young child rushes down the hallway of his wooden cabin home while carelessly bumping and slamming into the walls and furniture. He screams out, "breakfast! Breakfast!" on his way towards the kitchen. This young man had a messy set of bedhead hair. His skin color was a dark tan; the kind of tan you'd see on a person who stays outside for at least eight hours a day.
A beautiful, young lady stood in front of a countertop chopping up vegetables already preparing for the evening meal. She had a faint smile, and she reaches into a picnic basket and pulls out a bread roll. "Here you go, Theodore. You got up pretty late this morning, and your grandfather is waiting for you out by the mill. Hurry and eat up so that you can go see him!"
Theodore notices the weak smile, but he decides that he wasn't going to look into what was wrong. He believed that whatever is conflicting his mother had nothing to do with him, and it would resolve in itself.
Young Theo lives in a large grass land home with a quite sizeable wheat field. Nearby the wood cabin home lies the mill where they use the wind to grind the wheat grains. Theodore lightly knocks on the large wooden door and slowly proceeds to enter inside. Sitting in a dimly lit room was an elder man who was sewing together a patchy brown cloak. He's making swift but perfect hand movements, and his swiftness impressed Theodore.
A hoarse voice echoed in the mill, "Theo, my grand child."
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The voice sent a small shiver down Theo's spine. Whatever conflict might be going on definitely had to affect him in some way. He knew it. He felt it in his grand father's voice.
His grandfather slowly rotated his body to look at Theo's direction. With the finished cloak in hand, he spoke, "times are going to be tough, Theodore, but you have to hang in there."
Theodore looks directly into his grandfather's eyes, "w-what do you mean, pop?"
In the distance, Theodore begins to hear the galloping of horses approaching closer. He already knows what is about to happen, and he begins to deny the situation. "No.., no!" Tears begins to fall from his eyes.
Once every four years, the land of Uldaeron's king picks out a crowd of ten young children by random. These children gets placed in a special military training group and is placed under harsh conditions. They are given very little food and water, are beaten by one another and their respective trainers, and are unable to see any areas outside of the training fields and have no contact with any outside individuals.
From the group of ten, only two will live long enough to graduate out of the class. These two are placed into the Special Elite Force in the royal army and work by contract from the king.
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