“The boy stood on the highest hill of the low country in the Western Kingdom of the Ring, looking at the first rays of the rising sun in the north. As far as he could see, stretched green hills rose and fell like the humps of a camel among valleys and peaks. Lingering in the morning fog, the burning orange rays of the first sun sparkled with a magical light that matched the boy's mood. Knowing that this would incur his father's wrath, he rarely woke up so early or dared to go far from home - let alone climb so high. But on this day he didn't care. Today he had neglected a million rules and household duties that had weighed him down for fourteen years. On this day everything was different - fate overtook him..."