Tryst slowly opens his eyes and finds himself sitting in a dark, woody room lighted by a few candles. He vaguely remembers what happened: His entire town and family got slaughtered and burned down by someone. He exactly knows who, Zarak: A large bald guy around 3 meters tall, the son of Tremor who was a very feared ruler of Taralu an enormous country with a big army. Tryst knows that his father and The Knights Of Faith the strongest group of warriors in Erdia teamed together to defend Erdia and defeat Tremor, they won. But that was around 100 years ago. "Zarak must've declared war on Erdia." Tryst thinks. He stands up and looks around the room: nothing much, just a chair, a big window with view of the night and a mirror. He looks at himself: His blonde hair is in a messy middle part, his beige clothes are dirty, and he has bruises on his arms, he has high cheek bones and a sharp face, he is quite tall and has an average build. He always got attention from girls he saw, but he didn't really care about them. He never had a mentor or someone to look after him, just him alone. He heard the door open and quickly turned around, a muscular looking man with black hair pointing in every direction walks inside. He knew exactly who this was, Alaran one of the six members of The Knights Of Faith. "Ah, you're finally awake"