The Warrior of Promise

The forest was dark, almost mystical in the way the clouds lay blanketing the ground. Another hunt. The supernatural exists. Hunters like me, help protect all those innocent people who have no idea the things that hunt them from the shadows.

One moment I'm walking nearly silent through the dense brush the next I'm falling...

I fell from the sky. wind whipping my hair and burning my eyes making them water and the ground blur, as it rushes toward me. I hit limb after limb as my body dropped through trees. I cannot remember hitting the ground.

When I awoke it was in a different world.

The unknown rider or The Warrior of Promise some have come to call me. In truth I am none of the things people of this place called Middle Earth think. I am a Guardian. only the heart of the righteous can call for me. Here Guardians are nothing but legend. However, I now know the truth.
None have accepted me thus far. Yet now I am summoned to a council...In Rivendell.