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Prologue
"Lonely stranger"

He was alone.

He could see a blood red sky. Sun was setting and darkness was covering the land once again.

He couldn't count the days anymore. He didn't know what time it was. What day or month it was. His food-store had ended almost week ago and two hours ago he had drunken a last drop of water.

Only his will kept him on his way. A way to nowhere.

He had no place to go in north. No home, no friends nor parents. They were all dead.

All he had was his brother's horse his armor and a bag. One wretched bag.

Yet, he didn't leave it. It was heavy and it was exhausting but he didn't let go of it.

It was important to him.

He was only 35 years old. A child if you would know who were his parents.

He was not a fair one. He was no elf. Nay, he didn't have that wonderful sparkle in his eyes. His hair was a shade of sand and messy. His eyes were blue and his skin was tanned. He was a child of the sun. Second born.

He denied rest and dreams to himself cause he knew that if he would lay down, he might never raise again. But a man is not almighty. As strong as he is, he will break sooner or later. Men will fall.

Soon after a sun was gone and stars began to shine he fell. He fell down and tried to rise but it was impossible. He grabbed dust. Long after he had lost his consciousness he still heard surrounding. He heard horses coming. No, one of them was a horse and others were ponies.

Slowly he began to hear two voices.

One, he thought for sure, belonged to an old man. Other one was harsher. It sounded like a dwarf. Help! He could get help!

Man opened his eyes slowly and shouted as loud as he could:" Help me!"

Then everything went black.