(Apologies in advance if there's any weird tense changes, or if things tend to jump around oddly. So far everything is written in chronological order. Enjoy, and keep a dictionary handy. :) )
Noble listeners, I beseech you! Lend me thine humble ears and I shall enchant you with the magnificent tale of the legendary scion, the avenging avenger, the greatest hero to emerge from history since the death of his ancestor, the fabled first exalt- King Marth. Heed my warning, as this true tale is not for the faint of heart. It is a tale not just of birth, but of death, sorrow, and unending darkness. Tread carefully, lest my words come to haunt your very footsteps.
The beginning of this hero's great origin starts in his childhood, as many stories often do. Born to the fair Ylissean princess, Lissa, our hero knew he was destined for greatness. All of the halidom quickly came to know this, for when he was but an infant a pair of misfortunate serpents slithered into his crib, only to be seized firmly by the legendary grip of our hero's unyielding sword hand. Unrelenting and merciless, our young hero-to-be rent the reptiles into bloody fragments and cast them aside without so much as batting an eyelash. Whereupon the break of a dawn's radiant light his noble mother discovered the night's carnage and began to shriek in terror. His sire, a great fighter and teacher, emerged from his bedchamber to investigate the cause of her fright. As he espied the remnants of his son's midnight battle he began to brim with pride, knowing that our young hero would grow to become even more famous than his parents.
Alas, those two bright souls, from which the scion of legend drew his lineage, fell. Slain in the mighty battle against the most foul and accursed dark god, the kindhearted princess and her champion moved to join her exalted elder brother and sister in the brilliant ephemeral heaven. In spite of his tender age, the young prince Owain swore vengeance against the Fell Dragon, in the name of his noble family and for the kin of all the great devourer's victims.
Parentless, our noble avenger, still very young, was raised beneath the wings of the few remaining servants and soldiers of the now fallen halidom. Alongside his exalted cousins and the children of his mighty uncle's comrades. Together they trained almost endlessly, honing their skills in anticipation of the great fight they thought was in the future.
On a particular day of training, back in his early youth, our champion of justice was out slaying droves of undead. One of his caretakers, rather pleased with Owain's progress, invited him to a rare feast at the house of the local blacksmith. This renowned blacksmith was in possession of a massive canine of most fearsome visage. Quite like a mighty hound that had burst forth from the fiery depths of the underworld, this terrifying wight of death did have a snarling maw filled to the brim with blood-blotched ivory daggers. Dutiful and loyal only to its master, this giant beast was tasked with the constant guard of the man's home. On this day, by chance, his caretaker was to inform the smith of his extra guest to the feast. But fate had conspired that the man, in his approaching senility, had forgotten to inform the smith to restrain his mighty house guard. So that when our hero approached the home of the smith in order to attend the feast, the savage creature rushed him, mistaking him for an intruder. So persistent was the hound in its attacks that the great Owain's mighty hand was forced into self-defense. Mere moments later the hound was killed, its head bashed in with the young warrior's club-like hand and then doubly brained against a standing stone. Bewailing his loss of security, the smith was about to send away the boy in his grief.
"Hold, I beg for but a moment!" quoth the brave youth, "Be not engulfed by the anger that has sprung from my tutor's negligence. Surely had I not been as puissant as I am I'd have been slain. Alas, the fate has been reversed, and here lies your faithful guardian. Fear not, noble smith! For I shall guard your home in the hound's stead till you are able to train a suitable replacement." The blacksmith, elated by the youth's generous offer, gratefully accepted, knowing his home would be henceforth secured sevenfold, like a mighty and impenetrable fort.
And so our noble hero grew beneath the tutelage of these humble caregivers, who once told him of a peculiar act his great father had done. One day, when Owain was but an infant, his father had taken a rather valuable sword and a pair of his own sandals and trapped the items beneath a massive, nearly immovable boulder. This act, however, was not a moment of insanity, as others nearby often passed his father's actions to be. No, this was a challenge, brought about by his sire's sheer genius. For when our scion of legend was to move this boulder it would indeed prove his royal lineage. Not even half a decade after his father's untimely passing did our dark hero manage to unseat this immense rock from its earthy throne, thus proving both his unimaginable strength and true birth right. The weapon that young Owain obtained from his heroic feat came to be known as the dark blade, Scarlet Maelstrom. The discovery of this magnificent sword lit a fire in the young boy's heart and led him to the epiphany that sword mastery would be his destiny. After all, previous experiences had proved that Owain's massive strength was far too uncontrolled for him to fight unarmed.
