He was a boy, a nameless boy. One of no riches, one of no title, one of no skills.
His hair was pitch black, his skin pale. He was so unkempt that he dressed in brown rags and his hair reached to his back. His bangs even reached his face.
He ran throughout the streets of a large bustling town, people dropped coins on merchants tables as they bargained for prices.
They were in a land known as Midgard. Though, today was unusual. It was a day where the children with no names would be given names and purpose.
Among those who gathered were elves, fire demons, dark elves, dwarves, and many more wishing to gain their purpose.
Normally, the boy of no name was a thief, but today he was eagerly running towards a giant building.
Well, it wasn't much of a building. It was a giant stone tower in the middle of the city. He burst through the doors.
Runes displayed the naming ceremony was to begin in a few minutes. He was excited, his smile bursting out. Other children avoided him due to his foul stench.
This was a world with 9 realms, each inhabiting a different race. Though, it commonly referred to as 8, one was uninhabited as of late.
Though, the child was native to the realm of Midgard, he was a human.
Humans were relatively weak, though they had potential to learn everything. From magic to swordsmanship.
Though, they couldn't do much without a name. Their name decided their purpose in this world. A child named Odin might be the next ruler of Asgard, the realm of the gods. With such a name they would gain abilities unique to themselves.
Today would be the day this boy gained his name.