“Are we forgetting anything?” Jaranin asked, looking up from trying to tame his tousled brown hair. His eyes skirted their surroundings. Other than the pond he’d been using as a mirror and the trees all around, there wasn’t much to see. Well, besides his partner-in-crime, Elun, who was standing there bedecked with what must have…

“The tales you know are about a hero–he’s chosen by others, by circumstances, by fate… perhaps because of his skills or potential. Sometimes, he even chooses himself. But he is meant to defeat the insurmountable. It’s his calling. His destiny. “This isn’t those tales. “This is about you, Jaranin. Not because you’re the one meant…