On top of a cliff, an old man stood looking out over the endless sea. His name was Arctan voidbane – one of the last true gods , who survived great war for the crown . To anyone else , he looked like an ordinary old man , but his eyes saw much more
Where others would see only waves and sky , ARCTAN saw the sea , the land and even the sky were like a frozen picture to him.
Down below , in a garden glowing with golden sun light, a little boy ran along the flowered path . His laughter filled the air , bright and full of life. With each step he kicked up petals , his small hands waving as he shouted
" grandpa! Grandpa!"
Action turned his gaze from the sea to the boy . His hard tired eyes softened. The child ran to him , wrapped his arms around him , and looked up wit a wield smile .
"Grandpa, tell me a story!" the boy said eagerly.
For a while ARCTAN said nothing . He simply listened to the waves and the laughter that reminded him of gentler times . Then , with a faint smile, he sat down beside the boy . And the old man asked the little boy " can you listen the story of a crownless Monarch ?"
The little boy asked " who is the crownless monarch ?"
The old man said nothing . It remind a prophecy that -