The sun rose in the Far East and spread its light over the countryside beneath its touch. Melodies of the field drifted to the ears of the children in the farthest reaches of the land, protected by the sheltering leaves of the forest. Freedom was obtained only here in this sacred place – away from the harshness of adult life – where children would be children forever.
The children, all dressed in their green tunics, were indeed the true spirits of the forest, filling its branches with laughter and song. Their carefree innocence was protected here by the sacred guardian of this forest, who would do his best to keep these children safe, until it was time for him to perish, and for another to step into his place.
With each of these children there dwelt a fairy. The touch of the pixie was like the gentle wind and its whispers brought joyful laughter to life. Fairy spirits clung to every child, keeping them safe in their childhood innocence forever. The fairies kept this place from the corruptions of greed and malice, letting the children play their games without fear of harm or the undesirable realities of the world beyond the leaves.
Amongst these children there dwelt a certain one – the boy without a guardian fairy. He had known he was different for the longest time, though the other children had treated him as one of their own, accepting him and welcoming him into their friendship. Though he was confused about himself, he had been content then. As long as he had his friends and he would always be with them, he would accept his difference.
He lived in naivety for eleven long years – until it was evident that he was beginning to grow older. It started slowly, but he realized that he was becoming more different as the time passed by. The other children knew no time, but he could see its changes as he grew taller. His voice was growing deeper, and no longer did he have a desire for childish games. Not only physical things were evident though; his mind grew as well. As his comprehension expounded, he began to realize that this was not where he belonged. He was no longer a part of this place. There was something else out there for him – something far beyond the reach of the branches and the sacred forest guardian.
Something outside kept calling him through dreams that he could not understand.
And so, when he reached his sixteenth year, he set out to find it…
Hero
Only every century a true hero is born…