"It isn't where you were born that is Home, but where you come from;
And the most surreal part is that you aren't from this world at all, my dear Soul."
~
The City of Descandville,
Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Rainy Eventide,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of Adon-Vericus IV
The little dark-haired boy ran and ran until the wind of his breath was long gone, crowds of people jeering at him for being the embodiment of a curse. Young and lost, there was none but hostility in this world when a man child could bring severe fate to his circle and kind.
