Chapter 1: One Last Battle Twenty years after his birth Kairel Goldleaf had finally finished his training to become a Tunarian Ranger under the council of The Faydarks Champions. He had just been blessed by Tunare with a surname and he was now free to follow whatever path he so chose. He walked across the rope bridges and down the wooden platform suspensions to share one last sparring match with those whom he had spent most of the first twenty years of his life with. As he neared the bottom platforms he caught site of the lift that led to the ground-floor of The Greater Faydark. He walked up to the command button and pressed it, patiently awaiting the slow lift. He got on, pressed the button again, and awaited the lifts equally slow descent. As he reached the bottom his best friend, a female wood elf by the name of Crystle, who was still a ways off of her surname, ran up to him and gave him a huge hug. His master, however, leaned calmly against one of the ancient Faydark trees, waiting for his students to come to him. Kairel returned and ended the embrace to Crystle and walked over to his master. " So Kairel, you have finally earned your surname and are off to seek adventure and see the world, whatever will you pack?" Revan Brownwing asked sarcastically as Kairel approached. " I know not what I will pack, but I do know that a small game of swordplay is due before I leave." Kairel said with a grin. With that Revan and Kairel both drew there blades. Revan led with a forward charge at Kairel ending his charge with a double downward slash which Kairel easily parried. Kairel then