It was a cold soggy night the barn doors were cracking like thunder making sleep a luxury, just when the wind died and the owner of the house was about to sleep there came the sound of footsteps. cursing himself he looked out the window to see 2 shapes moving towards his barn.

 the barn was empty but it was not meant to be a refuge for every darn thing that decided to come along thought the old man. as he got up to check who had invaded his privacy, he took out his mace and shield; which he had been using since his young age to save himself.

he was no warrior but people called him a brute cause of his abnormal height and large bones people often mistook him for a half- giant, his gray hair and wrinkles were telling time had been passing too fast for him now.he slowly made his way to the barn hearing whispers and mumbles of two voices one of them was sweet like a melody  and the second voice was more female ,brute slowed down to catch their words but was unable to make sense as they kept changing the language from normal Falkirk to elvish and then to another tongue he did not recognise.

the voices stopped as brute came near the barn door ready to attack whatever was in the barn before he could react the barn door flew away with a thud and knocked brute down on his feet, As his mind cleared from the shock he noticed his mace and shield, not in his hand.

a sword was pointing at his neck it was an elegant sword not made by man but by elf and as he raised his eyes, he noticed a beautiful maiden with white hair skin so shiny it looked like it was made out of diamonds. her eyes were blue as the sea, as brute moved so did the sword following him like a mouse after cheese.

"Elyria, please don't kill our benefactor," second voice   said and brute turned to see another maiden  her body was covered with scales  which were reflecting many colors of the little light the barn had her hair was smooth like silk, her eyes, however, were sharp as the eagle and had iris like the cat. 

brute instantly knew she was one of the ancient race, one he has been hearing stories off for the generation, as he backed up only to find Elyria blocking his way "whats do you people want from me ?" brute asked.

"we are trying to hide from enemies, we apologize for the in convince, however, we will need your help?' Elyria replied, "see this child here we need you to take him away from here and find him a safe family to raise him well" replied the ancient one showing him a bundle of cloth in her hand 

"I could sell the child as a slave for all you know?" brute said with a little hesitation looking around at both their faces,  Elyria smiled and replied, "well then u would be too short to spend the money".

"we don't have time to chit chat and play who to trust here, take the child (hand the bundle of cloth ) take him and run you will find the one perfect for him due east 2 days from now.take nothing here is food and provisions we had to take these and walk away (handing brute another bag)" 

brute looked at them and slowly took his mace and shield and walked away from them, It was not long after he had cleared the clearing did he see torches or lights he could not tell were getting close to the barn.and as he went ahead he heard loud boom and a huge fire cloud exploding where the barn was he slowly made his way through the back roads of the village.

the rainy night did not bother him as much as the incident that just happened to him, However, he had been told this would take place in his life.

the old soothsayer was right  He would help an ancient one in something big? what it was he never knew.

ignoring his fatigue he slowly walked out of the village border and headed for the inn at the outskirts of the village where he could ask the inn owner for his horse which he had lent to the owner yesterday.

the inn was a shabby place for the most filth to hang out, most people in the village don't like the travelers they think it brings bad luck, the inn was crowded tonight and seem like there was more than the usual people who hang out in the inn tonight.

brute walked into the inn to find everyone went silent as brute slowly made his way to the owner who was serving the behind the bar.as the owner smiled to brute his gold teeth sparkled in the light making him look like a leprechaun which was a saying as he was harderian which was one of the lowest race in the hierarchy he was normal build not too much meat and not many bones to show they had 15 toes making them walk a little funny.

brute slowly say "Kevin, I need my  dorthy   I have to leave town for some time", Kevin smiled and replied "No worries brute my friend I was going to send your dorthy in the morning"

Kevin slowly took him to the back where stables were and  there stood a kill rag wolf  tall as brute and bigger than brute white a blue fur and silver eyes the beast sensed their presence and growled 

brute slowly head to Dorothy and after setting the thing for travel he took dorthy to the entrance and took off like an  arrow shot from the bow 

two days have passed since brute left his village his patience was running short along with his health as well as not able to stand the child's crying, he sometimes wished he could just leave the child on the road but something compelled him to keep going.

He was at the fork road to the city of selesi when he saw a carriage which looked like it was one from a noble family surrounding it was soldiers all wearing armours and heavy guarding the carriage, brute approached the carriage only to be stopped by the soldiers.

brute looked at the blacksmith working on the horse's hoofs and something propelled him to go ask him before he could say anything the baby started crying, as soon as they all heard the child the carriage door opened and women dressed in noble attires  walked out to brute she had long blonde hair she was probably in her mid 30's her eyes were pink and she wore a very nice makeup which would enchant any man easily 

the blacksmith also came towards brute and said "my lady you should not be out the sun is hot today you might get a heat stroke", brute looked at both of them and was about to reply something when the women said "old man! hand the child here"

the blacksmith replied, "my lady, this is my uncle he is just carrying my son around for a walk, how can we simply give u my son?"

the women looked at the blacksmith and then asked brute "does  this man tell the truth?"

brute looked at both of them and replied " no my lady, I was taking this child to the city to find him a family as his family is dead and I can not take care of this child anymore"

the women smiled and said "no need to worry about that. I will take the child in as my own son and I will have you given some gold too, so your rest of the life will be sweet"

brute smiled and handed the child to the women, as the woman went in one of the guards brought out a chest and gave it to the brute who took the chest and walked away never looking back.

as the mist became foggy again women in dark clothes with a hood covering her face completely smiled and said: "so now the fate of this world will be decided by that child, I wonder what he will choose now that he was sent to a noble house?"