As I turn and look out toward the ocean, I see my home burned to the ground by the Morshmen. The Morshmen are the very same beings that live in the distance on top of the mountains in King Mords Castle. My parents warned me never to leave our village, never to wander or climb the forbidden Mountain. Now I sit and stare, at the smoldering light that has cast a glow upon the land, which was once my home. I cry so hard that my head aches. My family, my friends, my home; all burned to the ground by King Mords Army. I reflect upon the last time I saw my family; the day started as any other. My father and I were fishing when he saw King Mords soldiers riding down from the mountains. With little time, father hastened me to drop the nets and swim ashore. He told me to warn the others of the advancing armies; without question I did as father so asked. I would often run through Nicosta as a test of my own stamina and agility. As I reached the shore, I ran through the village as fast as I could; warning all of the eminent danger, but sadly my efforts would come too late. Even before I reached my home mother knew that something was wrong; she had always feared that this day would come.
I collect my thoughts and continue to focus upon the task ahead; I search for the light that marks my escape. As the glimmer of light turns into a beacon, I stand up and exit my solitude and I am ready to face my fears. As I step outside of the cave I realize that it is dusk; the moon is full and the air is crisp. I look around and try to get hold of my bearings; I am high atop the Golbotros Mountains and I can see King Mords castle in the distance. King Mord is large despicable man with dark features whose name invokes fear in all beings of moral standings. For centuries his family boded evil and continue to threaten all of mankind; it is this curse that I can not escape. His empire stands as an ominous fortress built atop of the Golbotros Mountains for all men to see; these are the same mountains that I gazed upon from my home in Nicosta. The Golbotros Mountains separated my home from the rest of the world. They are the same mountains that I was told never to climb. Now, I embrace them; for they are an escape from the village that I would never be able to return to.
This cave which shelters me also frightens me. I pray that somehow this is only a dream, but sadly this is not; it is real and this nightmare refuses to release me. For I must discover for myself what it is that I am to accomplish. Alone and in complete darkness, I search for a solution, an escape from the abyss. Then for the first time since I entered the cave, I hear a sound. Wind swirls through the cavern and brushes against my face and then it stops. I wait and listen, again I hear the wind and feel its cold bite, and so I begin to crawl toward the breeze. For the wind to enter the cave; means there is a way out of the darkness. Then in the distance, I see a glimmer of light. My heart quickens and I know I must move forward, for beyond this cave lies the answers. Why was I burdened with this responsibility and why I alone was chosen to be a Guardian?
My name is Robert Scott and I am15 years old, no longer a boy, but not quite a man. My family and I lived isolated from much of the world, except for the few surrounding homes within my village. There were many secrets hidden from me by my parents, secrets that I have only begun to understand. The only account I had about my family history has been told as fables, or so I thought. The story explains; that long ago there were Three Great Kings and each possessed a stone; a stone so brilliant that the human eye could not stare directly into their light. Alone the stones looked rather plain, however when the stones were placed together they contained a power unsurpassed by any other known to man. These Noble Kings were burdened by the miraculous powers their stones possessed. They were all too well aware that if the stones had ever fallen into the wrong hands; that the same magnificent power could be used for evil. Evil so unspeakable that it could not be controlled; and so knowing this, the three Kings parted never to see one another again, each taking a single stone with them and thus protecting the secret and guarding their stone.