I remember when I was a young boy, that a shadow dragon came down from the Gatharon Highlands.
Everyday, he would swoop down on Lunat, and all any of us could do was watch.
There were soldiers, and guards, but they couldn’t do anything against this foe.
Then, one day, a lone stranger stood on a hill just outside the city gates, waiting for the dragon to come.
When the sun reached its zenith, the dragon came.
My mother wouldn’t let me watch, but I know that the battle was fierce, and to this day I don’t know if either of the two survived.
But I do know that the dragon never came back to attack us again, and that the strange man was a Keeper, a guardian of Meris.
I wish to be a Keeper, like him, and like my father before me, and guard this beautiful land that so many wish to enslave.
~ Roth Valarin