The night was calm, riddled with stars and small clouds in the sky. Anyone who stepped out of their homes in the small, quaint countryside of Stogsed, looked up at the sky would stop to admire. It was that beautiful. Wouldn't you agree?

Yet, it wouldn't be enough to calm the heart of a ten year-old boy, living in one of the houses. He was quite charming for his young age. Dark hair, cute face with blue eyes. He'd just spent the whole night crying because the county guild refused to accept his application to join them. His name? Bergenstine Vord.

"Bergie, come down and have some food, dear child. How can you expect to grow strong if you starve yourself?"

Lil Bergie wouldn't budge.

Soon, followed by a series of footsteps, and a small knock on the dusty wooden door, an ordinarily sized woman peeked in. She was quite beautiful for her age, nearing 40 years. She wore a nice apron adorned with a stitched dragon. Her name was Bertha.

She replied, 'C'mon, Bergie, don't let it get to you. You didn't get selected because you're still too young. Also, you're not good with weapons, magic or medicine. You'll need to focus on at least one of them, and you need to reach the minimum age of 11.'

"So I need to learn them. Where can I start? No one in this town accepts disciples below 11. I'm the only boy in the house. How much longer do I have to wait?" Retorted Bergie. Yep. He actually was the only boy in the household, with his mum and his two sisters, both of which were 5 and 6 respectively.

He had a father named Philip, who was an adventurer skilled with magic and the sword. Even the kingdom in which he lived, the Kingdom of Crausheld,