The Wayfinder
Journeys of an Exile
Two cultures separated by the Great Water. A fragile alliance bound by survival.
There are stories told to remember, and stories told because forgetting them would destroy us.
This is not a tale of kings and victories, nor of simple wars waged between distant peoples. It is a record of something far more dangerous. It is the account of what happens when belief collides with truth, when pride resists change, and when survival demands the death of everything a people once called sacred.
In the ages before the world was divided by maps and memory, there were those who walked between civilizations, carrying knowledge not meant to be shared. They were not conquerors, nor were they saviors. They were catalysts.
The Wayfinder is one such figure.
He does not arrive to rule. He arrives to disrupt.
