The Prophecy

His story is that of one foretold. His order a secret sect of warriors who had forsaken magical means like the warlords before them. His earliest memory was that of running the obstacles provided by the monastery. Training that was begun far earlier than any child before him. Daily he was caned to strengthen his body, while he pushed himself to his limits. He was 13 when the first challenge came. He had always been set aside from the others, due to the birthmark on his face. The kid was two years older than him, and had always thought himself better. When they met in the ring, the older kid rushed him right away, not waiting on the word of the grand-master. The duel was over before it began, the older kid sprawled face first in the sand. After that one, the challenges became a part of his daily routine. Every day, sometimes three or four challengers. Not once did he lose, for a whole year. It was then that the other monasteries nearby got involved. Challengers came from afar, and from many different disciplines. All in the name of testing themselves against him. He suffered his first defeat his 15th year. By then, he had been fighting multiple opponents in some duels. However this one was not the case. This one was different. This foe had dark skin, and eyes that almost seemed to glow. The man moved as if he was magically enhanced, to swift to powerful to counter. His forms perfect, he was brushed aside like swaying grass. It was then they struck, the order of magic striking the monastery. In one fell swoop they were taken by surprise. When he came to, they were all gone. His friends, his teachers, only him. Unsure how he survived he looked for others, but found none. The next year sent him searching other nearby monasteries. What he found was appalling. There were no survivors, and yet he did not know the identity of the attackers. Finally his real journey began, as he set out for new lands in search of answers.