Prologue

His father, Araven was a Magic Knight, but it seemed that he didn't inherit his ability to wield magic. By being both a mage and a knight, but his expertise was in runes which needed prior preparations.

"No magic?! No problem! I'll walk the path of a warrior and become the greatest warrior that ever walked the lands." Khadgar cheered himself up after learning that he has no gift for magic unlike his father and tossed the small Magic Scanning Orb to his father.

"That's the spirit! You can also become powerful, even without magic. You just have to tap into your body's innate strength and potential. Now back to training!" Araven shouted as he tossed a wooden spear to Khadgar.

Khadgar caught his training spear with one hand and proceeded to train like how his father has instructed him to. Araven watch as his son trained with a smile plastered on his face. He was indeed a Magic Knight, but he was already way past his prime and death was just waiting by the corners to claim him.

After a tiring day, Khadgar was quick to fall asleep as he peacefully snored away while dreaming of becoming the strongest warrior there ever was without the aid of magic. Watching over his son, Araven sighed heavily, then put his letter on top of the table beside Khadgar's bed.

He opened the door of their small hut as silently as possible, then walked away, heading north. Turning his head around, Araven took a last glimpse of their home where they lived together for the last fourteen years.

"Forge your own path, little child... Your destiny is in your own hands..." he softly muttered before turning around and going away, heading north.