Sometime in the 11th century BC
The story started from the birth of a boy from a Greek king father and an Eastern kingdom goddess mother.
His mixed heritage gave him impure royal blood, placing him last in the line of royal succession, but he never cared for the royal throne.
His early age, as was for any royal boy his age, was filled to the brim with tutoring, from simple etiquette, history, to the royal combat training. He was found, from early on, to be the most talented amongst his peers, even compared to his own brother.
Instead of it being a blessing, however, it only sowed distrust and jealousy within the walls of the royal palace.
His mother passed away when he was young, and the boy, no longer able to bear the cutthroat palace life, decided to leave and take on the mantle of an adventurer.
The last words he heard from his father was:
