My name is Eronous Faltier. No, it’s not a joke, though I get that a lot. But I promise that these errors were, in fact, not my fault. I was a farming boy from a small village, called upon by the oracles to embark on a quest to help them. To save them. To save the world! I was called “The Chosen One,” but what if the oracles were wrong? And what would happen if the real “Chosen One” showed up when the quest was at it’s most critical time? Would he be a friend, or foe? How could the Oracles have been wrong? Why was I set on a path to unleash a catastrophe?