r-o-o-k-i-e

A child, lost and discarded. The last human words he heard before an endless void were, "Throw him away, he''''ll die on his own." But fate had other plans. A mysterious thread pulled him toward a place he didn''''t believe could exist. Another voice echoed: "Fate''''s been a mess lately..." And then, "Brat, always prepare." He held a book, but he was illiterate. He held a knife, but his hands remembered the way of the spear. And in front of his eyes, holograms flickered, guiding him on the path of victory and survival. He left his short-lived home, driven by a single thought: To find his family again... if it was even possible.