You really can't fix the past can you? You can't fix the fact do have done wrong to one another or the fact that you age. This is what makes time so dark. The fact that you cannot take anything back, you can't bring someone back to life, you can't do anything but sit back and watch yourself die. You can't fix it can you? Is there a way to fix this endless death?

The morning dew had just settled in the small village of Ordan. The short grasses glimmered in the sunlight of the newly risen sun. In the clouds a hawk circled the sky before he landed on the leather hand of his cloaked master.

"What a pathetic little hole with worthless humans. I can't wait until the King burns it to the ground and tortures and slaughters its inhabitants," the man chuckled with malice as he looked down on the village with his eyes the color of blood. "He said the Hero would be here, but I doubt it. This worthless dump could never have someone as prestigious as the Legendary Hero to be born here, but I've been wrong before," the man said with a sudden sternness before he turned and disappeared into the forest behind. 'If the boy is here however, I can't wait to see his power before I slaughter him like a pig,' the man thought as he gazed at the village one last time before leaving.