Many years ago when war ravaged our lands four children were born, destined to stop the dark lord Darklyn. When the children come of age they shall come together to take the Blood Oath and save us all.

"Logan I swear to the Ancients if Shadow's stall isn't mucked out I'll kick your arse." Miss Margarette bellowed as she headed towards the stable.

"No need to swear Miss Margarette I told you I would take care of her and I have." He yelled with a lopsided grin just outside the stables watching as she approached. Miss Margarette was a tiny, round woman with bright blue eyes and short, curly, blonde hair that bounced when she walked. Logan has been in her care since he was three years old after his parents execution.

"Did you get rid of the mess properly or did you simply toss it to the side." she asked accusingly finally making it to the stables from the orphanage. Logan was a tall burly boy with shaggy black hair and moss green eyes that set him apart from the rest of the kids in the orphanage. Most people in that part of the country were pale skinned, blue eyes, and with stout bodies.

" Ye of little faith I'll have you know I take my responsibilities very seriously."Logan said comically. What Miss Margarette didn't know was that Logan had started to develop telekinesis allowing him to clean Shadow's stall fairly easily. What Logan didn't know was that these abilities were the start a series of events that will change his life forever.

"Let's see then. We both know how bad you are when it comes to chores." she sighed a feeling of dread setting in with the chill of the spring morning.

When they went into the stable Shadow's stall was spotless with fresh hay laid out. Shadow stood outside it her white fur glistening. The name seems weird for a horse with white fur but for those who knew her know that she follows her master everywhere like a shadow.

"Okay than wash down Shadow and clean her hoofs. After that come eat lunch." She said pinching Logan's cheek affectionately. Logan scowled heading to the tack room to fetch a brush and soap. Logan hated it when Miss Margaret treated him like a child his coming of age was in one years time, soon he would be an adult.

"Now now Logan dear no need to pout you may be 15 years old today but you'll always be my little warrior." Miss Margarette smiled as she turned to waddled back towards the orphanage.