Prologue: My Roots

I descend from the line of wise and wealthy nobles, and was called Xyrill Aravis of Thor. As part of tradition, I was bequeathed by ancestors with knowledge so invaluable, men from all over earth would use countless gold and silver-- would kill without spare to acquire it. Originating from the lineage of kings and queens who ruled the kingdom of Thor, I was raised to be the Protector of our fortress, to be both a great warrior and a wise prince gifted in the mental, physical, moral, and social art.

Alas, my spirit was not of a Protector. I was formed with compassion and a love for the people. My purpose was conflicting with my vision. I chose to reject my duty and left my fortress in the dark of night. I journeyed and trained to become a Healer in White Moss, a village in the southern part of Grandia- filled with many creatures carefree and happy even if impoverished. I grew to be fond of White Moss, and I wanted to stay there for the rest of my life.

Later, a traveler came to take me away and brought me to the palace of Grandia, saying that I've been chosen to be one of the three sages who would rule the kingdom of Grandia. I fought him at first, in disagreement. He told me, however, that Grandian sages have the ability to communicate with and command one of the four elements of nature. Prior to that I knew of my special gift of manipulating fire. We journeyed three weeks and faced a lot of conflicts before finally arriving at our destination.

It was then that I started to learn my purpose. After four years of studying to become a sage, I was finally crowned one of the three foundations of Grandia.