Once upon a time there lived a solitary man who lived in seclusion. While on his usual route through the dense forest behind his home, he stumbled across something unexpected. Something he'd probably laugh at today, for their fabrications. However this story is one hundred percent real. As the man continued on his usual route through that forest, he stumbled upon a rather unexpected surprise. A faint noise coming from a nearby thicket managed to capture his attention. Though the man was hesitant, he approached the thicket, only to discover a small bundle wrapped in a cloth lying in the ground below his very feet.
How the man was shocked to find a small baby boy inside. He'd been abandoned and left to die alone in the wilderness. Despite his racing thoughts, the man picked up the child, holding him close. Upon further inspection, the man noticed a strange aura emanating from the child. There was something like no other, something godly. It might have had to do with the fact the boy's eyes were bright violet. The man was shocked but knew deep down inside he had to protect the child at all costs. There was something about him that just spoke to him, this child will grow up to do something great.
From that moment forward, an oath to safeguard the child, he would nurture him as his own offspring, instilling in him the values of resilience and compassion.