Born of the moons during a night caught in the grasp of winter's fist, the longest night of the year. They said it was a sign, they said he had the mark, they chose him. But the dark is not for the bastard son of Tor-Tu-Gor, he reaches beyond all he was promised to all he desires in the face of those that pronounced his fate.
Born with a fire in his soul in contrast to the cold winter. He was meant to walk against the flow of all the omens. He's meant to challenge all the shallow minded restraints. Favored of the heavens, both dark and light, they battle for his very soul.
And who will win? Or can he make his own way?
Beloved of the sky, can he find his way home?
Or will he in a blaze of glory burn out too quickly for this world sending him to the next before his time?
Born with a fire in his soul in contrast to the cold winter. He was meant to walk against the flow of all the omens. He's meant to challenge all the shallow minded restraints. Favored of the heavens, both dark and light, they battle for his very soul.
And who will win? Or can he make his own way?
Beloved of the sky, can he find his way home?
Or will he in a blaze of glory burn out too quickly for this world sending him to the next before his time?
