Prophecy to the kings of mortals...A new bairn. Born of the kings, cast into the wasteland, raised an orphan. He will rise up against you, king of Michelruud. Dead you are; dead you will be. The kell stone will be his to wield and all folk will harken to his command. The dragon flies above him. All laid waste below. Fenn Foster does not know who he is...But he knows who he is not. He is not a bairn of prophecy, not destined for murder and destruction...