Once upon a time, in a concealed land where no man near to wander,
a necromancer who settled in his compact cabin with worn out logs
kept him protected from the outdoors. The man with no name had
been lonesome for too long to not carry his identity anymore. He decided
one day to summon a masculine figure to be able to communicate with
in order to keep him busy. He would do this to forget the fact how he was exiled
from his hometown for a crime he did not commit. With a sprinkle of dust,
the sparking reflection of the light from the sun rays fall into the pot, and a few pieces of kindling he
had created a small boy. Not too old, but not too young to keep him company.
The no named necromancer and the small boy whose name was not
determined by the man decided to form a friendship and withhold an
unbreakabke bond that not even the kingdom which exiled him could
weild the power to bend. The necromancer had taught the boy all he knew
until the day he was on his dying bed. The boy who still had no identity
took the place of his father figure to continue to carry the fire in his heart
even after his master took his last breath.