Mankind is truly capable of anything. they can do horrible things but no matter what happens humanity always rises out of the ashes. I remember when I left my home in exile knowing that my father was truly a man that could not adapt. He would not let the natural order take place and sacrificed himself to the first flame, starting a horrible cycle in which the flame was always relit over and over again. Each age I took many forms to try and help people I thought had potential.
Garl defender of astraea, Solaire knight of astora and Sir alonne friend and adviser of the old iron king. No matter what form I took I never could truly help or save the ones I cared for. And when the age of dark came near, I tried to link the fire so others could enjoy the light but I failed. I expected to finally rest, to be free from this blighted world. What I did not expect was to wake up to a bell tolling. This is not the story of a prophet or a Knight.
This is the story of a Nameless king.