Lone Wolf Prologue

There was a time when a youthful budding lad was faced with an open world filled with opportunity. A time when not only the world, but the universe, was an idyllic and vibrant dream, filled with brilliant hues of every color. There was a time when the only closed doors were the ones the youthful mind imaged existed, in a house so filled with opportunity one merely needed to take but a single step to make them a reality. A time in which the young smiled without end, and without reason; for there had never been a reason to do otherwise.

Time had shifted, and with it, the youthful heart. The stark reality did not come as a sudden shock to the youthful mind who once entertained wild and grandeur fantasies of being famous and pursuing dreams unfeasible in nature. No, the changes that occurred in the youthful lad were a gradual one, born of many nights of thinking and questioning the universe; supplemented by the everyday turmoil that was life. The change of a heart-warming and radiant summer, to that of an apathetic and drab winter, that was the young man's spirit; a concept that scared the youth at times, but a change that was also known to be inevitable.

The grandeur fantasies were long since things of the past, his brash and infectiously-cheerful smile a thing reserved for the rarest of occasion, if at all. What remained of that youthful lad who stood beneath the ancient snow covered trees amongst a starlit sky, watching each snowflake fall and contemplating what lay beyond them, was a scarred and weary sould who had gotten his wish and traversed beyond the constellations whose ancient names he used to sing of as a curious lad as he rested upon what hills he lay claim to and forgot the next day.

Avitus, his homeworld, was a long since distant place, existing only in his furthest memories. There were days in which he found himself wondering if he would ever see its soil again. But the dream he carried from there, the youthful dream of a naive and ignorant child, was very much alive within him; albeit jagged and coarse, lacking the refinement and infinitium of his once boyish mind.

It was that dream to see beyond the stars that brought him to this planet whose name he could not remember, for it was both meaningless to know and merely a treadstone in the vast distance he was crossing.