Our story starts in the gulf of a valley. There is nothing particularly interesting about this valley, apart from the fact that there was a simple village situated within it. No one really knows why the village sits in this valley, as in the winter months there was no sun to speak of. So the village relied on pickling vegetables as well as salting their meat supplies to survive these hard times.

Our protagonist for this story begins his journey from here. In this sleepy old town which barely had a name; “Exeter” is what the locals called it. He himself, our protagonist, doesn’t have a name past being called “Boy.” So why do we follow such a generic character from such an obscure place? I guess you’ll have to find out.

Boy, as we meet him, has barely started to grow hairs on his chest. Nondescript as can be with a face you’d feel you’d seen somewhere. The only potentially remarkable feature are his eyes. Brown hair covers his face which makes him seem all the more “forgettable.” That is unless you spot the two piercing specks of soot on his winter stained face are the only indication of the type of past he has had.

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What is his past? No one knows.

Not even the boy remembers.

Boy had parents once upon a time but they are a distant memory for any of the inhabitants that live in the towering ravine.

There is one path in and out of Exeter where supplies in the summer months could pass through. However few merchants ever take this way as the villagers themselves have little or nothing to barter with. The townspeople are filled with riches compared to Boy, who has but a meagre brown sack he throws over his shoulder as he travels through town. No one but him has seen what is inside his bag but it seems insubstantial.

Lives are about to change.