If we were all like Chau

Today, I will be telling you a tale of a young lad whom was destined to be a hero. The story began in a small village in the east of the ancient Valley of Seveille, where the young lad named Alphy was wandering the outskirts of the village. As usual, he had slipped past his mother to go exploring the wonders that lie beyond. This one day however, something strange happened. He heard a voice. A charming voice, calling out to him. The mesmerizing voice lured him towards a cave, where a beautifully glistening ring stood before him. "Come to me..." said the voice. Although Alphy knew he wasn't supposed to, his curiosity got the better of him. He reached out.

The moment he had touched the ring, a powerful glow of light shone upon the entire cave which then showed the way to a chamber. At the end of chamber lay a book. Alphy had gone through a lot already, but he walked up to it anyway. "Grimoire of Destiny". He picked it up, and flipped through a few pages. He couldn't understand a single thing in the book. He never was very literate, however the words of which he read seemed to be that of another world. In frustration, he decided to just read through the story through the pictographs given. From what he could understand, there was a war against a great evil, led by a corrupted creature. The evil were much stronger then that of the human race. All of mankind started to slowly wither away until a single man stood up against them. His battle was fierce and using his final breath, he slew the beast. After his death, all that was left of the hero was his ring.

Alphy looked down at the ring he held in his hand in awe. However, he still puzzled by what it is he was required to do. He decided to keep reading. The book states that the corrupted beast would revive in 1,000 year's time, and a single lad, a young hero will rise to defeat the beast once again. Then, a single thing caught his eye. There was a dim glow being emitted at the back of the book. Alphy looked at the glow. His mind suddenly filled up with knowledge and experience from that of the war. The glow materialized into some form of calligraphy. He read out loud " May destiny bestow you with the gift of light."