Some children are born. Some are found. Al'Zaroth was pulled from the ash of a burned village with an apple leaf necklace and a smile that made the woman who found him feel cold. She gave him a name that meant flame. Shadow. Truth. When he is grown - when he has seen war, made promises, and given away the only thing he had from his mother - the world will ask him a question it has never asked anyone before: Are you the fire that saves, or the fire that burns? He won't know the answer. Neither will you.