The boy stood on the highest hill of the low country in the Western Kingdom of the Ring, looking at the first rays of the rising sun in the north. As far as he could see, the stretched green hills rose and fell like camel humps among the valleys and peaks. Staying in the morning fog, the burning orange rays of the first sun sparkled with magical light that corresponded to the mood of the boy. Knowing that this would cause his father’s anger, he rarely woke up so early or dared to go far from home let alone climb so high. On that day, he did not care. Today, he has neglected the million rules and household responsibilities that have oppressed him for fourteen years. On this day, everything was different fate caught up with him.