On a rainy night in the darkest ally of los demonos, the cries of pain spread along the way. A young woman knowledgably with child. A younger boy and middle aged man trapped in los demonos. No way out… “Ow ow oww!” “Oooh. This sucks!” “I know.” the older man claims, “it’ll be over soon..” Unsure of her entire situation, the people of los demonos were overpowered by the need to keep her baby. They felt the utmost sureness in the fact that the child was their next leader. The child was born to the path of evil, or so they thought…
As the child was born, a blinding light shown on the arm of the child. Dimming down, the light shown as an image of a guild. The image of a guild in which as of that day, would be the one guild on the path of good… “The Wheel of Time…