But I suppose this story is as much about me as it is about the Mist Walker. In all honesty, it is more so about me.

I am called Drefan Tulio. In case you think my name is of any importance, let me tell you, it is not. I come from a long, glorious line of dirt tillers.

Still, I was happy with my life for a time. How could I not be? I didn’t know of anything beyond my little world.

I was just past sixteen when I began to learn that there was more than what was taught to me since birth. Began to learn that my place in the world needn’t be preordained.