The starting tale

They were planted everywere, by an arcane power.

They grew up like ordinary sheeps among others.

They didn't know a word about their purpose, but they were planted to stay, and wait for the moment.

Sometime ago something started to wake them up. They can hardly hear nothing but there is a call.

They are everywere, they are an army of hidden warriors, warriors of light.

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I am one of them.

I do recognize my brothers and sisters.

Something must be happening because many of us are being summoned, called to wake up and gather.

The world needs our help and the quest starts by discovering our mission. Every one has his own.

None of us is secondary, everyone's skills are unique and we are connected to a purpose.

The arcanes turned off all the switches of my former existence, then they loaded my first orders and unleashed my hidden powers.

I grew up as a sheep among others, but I can see now the steel blade that they implanted in my spine

I was given courage, determination, I am able to bear extreme pain, I endure, I learned how to fight barehand and with a bow and arrows, my legs are steel and my hands are soft. They gave me good understanding, a mind like a knife for complex calculations and a sweet heart for love, an hyper-developed capacity for compassion and empathy as well as some sort of telepathy and intuition.

Before I discover my fight I must purify myself. So I must start by contacting my clan and finding my masters.

Here is where my travel begins... everything is waiting to be done.