Perseus Lustre has never expected his life to come to this. At five feet, he is a short man, with a very big head.
His journey through life has been very dramatic.
It all began the day king Beor Hawthorne decided to travel to the capital of winterland, winter city, and ask for the winter king's daughter's hand in person.
As a man very much interested in all sorts of novelties, he must tag along. What novelty could be greater than winterland, the land that pre-dated magic, and practised a religion cursed by all priests.
He must say, winterland stood up to its reputation of mysterious untouched land.
There were not many roads a carriage could travel on.
Damn it..
So, they trudged half way through the foxes.
When they entered the first virgin forest of the winterland, Perseus felt the strange psychological pressure just from the majesty of the trees.
Majesty of the trees is enough to intimidate him, damn it.
