Prolouge
He woke up in the middle of a giant glass platform. On said platform, there was a painting of a princess biting off an apple. Snow White. The boy knew this legend well from the tales of his father. The little boy with light brown hair walked ahead and heard a voice.
Welcome child. This is the station of awakening. You have been chosen to be the next warrior of light.
The boy froze in place. This voice was deep, sincere and warm. The boy looked around and saw a sword, a shield and a staff right in front of him.
In olden days, one had to choose from one of these weapons. However…… not now, and not ever.
In a moment, the sword was destroyed into millions of shards, the shield cracked and exploded and the staff melted into a gooey liquid.
You have been chosen as a peacekeeper. Fighting will not be for you. Only peace and love.
The boy couldn't speak in the dream. Instead, he felt his heart skip a beat and the platform began to glow and flowers grew on it. Just then, the dark abyss he was in turned into a magnificent sky with clouds as far as the eye could see. The platform also changed. Instead of Snow White, there was grass and flowers that began to bloom. Honey bees appeared out of nowhere and butterflies began to dance in the sky. The boy closed his eyes and began to shed tears.