“Of all the types of scholars that exist in the grand world of Erontoreo, the hermit is perhaps the most useless. A complete recluse, they act as a persistent drain on the resources of their community and guard any advancements or breakthroughs they make zealously.” -World Encyclopedia Book IV, Chapter II, Line II-IV Opening your eyes is painful when you're used to the dark. Especially for a grand hermit like myself. I swear, I haven't had eye contact with Thormir in years. Ugh. Now, you may be wondering to yourself, why would a hermit possibly ever open their eyes in the wretched presence of Thormir himself, much less record it and chance leaking their experience, but truth be told I am on the run. No ordinary chase either, no Sir, I am running from Mortalis herself. I remember when my only pursuers were mere demons and empires. Those were the good days. Now I lack the concept of a sanctuary and a good night's rest is a dream in and of itself. I remember when closing my eyes for a brief respite from my flight didn't end in a stinging reminder of my precarious situation. At least it was worth it, I got out with these blessed bits of ordered chaos. I jot down these words to ensure my tale and knowledge will not fade like my prestige under the grinding, unstoppable gears of time. Now, follow my train of thought as I travel back into eras past when I was but a small boy being introduced to magic...