In stories, every journey begins the wrong way.
They say there is a call.
A destiny.
A wise old man waiting by the roadside.
A hidden map.
A sword that chooses its master.
Life, however, rarely gives warning when it is changing.
Sometimes it changes while someone lights an oven before dawn.
While a blacksmith finishes some ordinary piece of work.
While a widow roasts coffee, thinking of someone long gone.
While a young man packs a bag and discovers that the weight of things has nothing to do with their actual weight.
This is not the story of the strongest man who ever lived.
Nor of the greatest wizard.
Nor of the chosen one from an ancient prophecy.
It is the story of a young man who left home.
And of everything that happened because he left.