I am a Faux. That means that my earliest memory is waking up; waking up with a sword in my hand, strange words on my finger, and even stranger people arriving to claim me. Twelve years ago, the Great Vallen chose me out of seven billion people to fall out of the human world and arrive as a blessing to the Vale. He gave me a sword with my name, and a duty to fight for him. I am happy here. At least, I thought I was. Until a memory slipped out of Vallen's grasp; one that showed me who I really am, and who the people who love me really are.