A long time ago, before tales were written, from the era before surnames were given, there was a young man whose only dream was to understand the world. As the weight of human nature bore down on his shoulders, he began to hate the world. He knew, in his heart, that he didn't want to hate the world, just to be able to know why people do the things that they do.
When he was limber and young, he took trade as a woodcutter. He did this because he loved the nature about him, and sought to save as much as he could. Then he saw the greed of the other woodcutters burning and destroying the woods, the beauty, for profit. He determined that it wasn't the world that he hated, just the men that lived in it. It was time to make something change, to change the men in it. So he decided that the worldly men about him were too much. It was time for something special, he thought. So he packed up what he c