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This story starts like many other stories. It starts with a man. This man's name was Fendrel Alexander.
Fendrel lived a simple life. He was a mere farmhand who worked the fields and made just enough to get by, unaware of his extraordinary fate. One night, on his way walking home through the woods, he encountered a group of bandits assaulting an old man. Without thinking, he rushed to his aid, and whilst sustaining moderate injures, managed to fend them off. The old man in question claimed to be a wizard, and insisted that Alexander follow him back to his cottage nearby so that he may reward his heroic deed. Against his better judgment, Fendrel agreed. Upon arrival, the old hermit asked that he wait outside for a moment before retreating into the small hut. When he returned, he held a young man, around the age of twenty asleep in his arms. He gently laid the boy on the forest floor and spoke. "Care for this young man, who lies asleep eternal, and in return, you will be awarded wealth and fortune." Fendrel, now fully convinced that this was a waste of time, placed his hand on his head and closed his eyes in frustration. But when he opened his eyes once more, the old man, as well as the cottage that stood before him, had vanished! All that remained was him and the young man, whom was still asleep. His frustration now turned bewilderment, Fendrel was now questioning if any of this was actually real. Be it dream or reality, he knew he couldn't leave the boy out here in the forest. Though difficult with his wounds, he carried him all the way back to his own home. After placing him in a makeshift bed, he almost immediately fell asleep himself, far too exhausted to care or worry about anything else.
Upon waking up the next morning, the boy was still there, right where he had left him. What wasn't still there, however, were his wounds. They appeared to heal, as if by magic, over night! He had feared that he wouldn't be able to work for at least a few weeks due to his injures, which would leave food to be an issue of it's own. He glanced at the still slumbering boy, beginning to second guess his suspicions last night. Come a few months later, the farm he worked at started yielding increasingly abundant and excellent crops, resulting in a drastic increase to his income. These were only the first few of many fortunate miracles bestowed upon Fendrel...
Many generations later, Alexander House is among the most wealthy, powerful, and renowned bloodlines across the kingdom. The above story is something of a myth to how this noble family came to be. To outsiders, it is simply a legend and nothing more. However, no one but the Alexander family and their closest allies and advisers know that this legend is no such thing, but true history. To this day, the young man, now given the name Sebastian Alexander, slumbers in his own special room, cared for by Fendrel's now countless descendants who, just as he had, received continued fortune and wealth.
Among the Alexanders, it had become tradition that the heir to the family name become the personal care taker to the young man until he or she produces a heir of his or her own.
This is where our story really begins...
Fendrel lived a simple life. He was a mere farmhand who worked the fields and made just enough to get by, unaware of his extraordinary fate. One night, on his way walking home through the woods, he encountered a group of bandits assaulting an old man. Without thinking, he rushed to his aid, and whilst sustaining moderate injures, managed to fend them off. The old man in question claimed to be a wizard, and insisted that Alexander follow him back to his cottage nearby so that he may reward his heroic deed. Against his better judgment, Fendrel agreed. Upon arrival, the old hermit asked that he wait outside for a moment before retreating into the small hut. When he returned, he held a young man, around the age of twenty asleep in his arms. He gently laid the boy on the forest floor and spoke. "Care for this young man, who lies asleep eternal, and in return, you will be awarded wealth and fortune." Fendrel, now fully convinced that this was a waste of time, placed his hand on his head and closed his eyes in frustration. But when he opened his eyes once more, the old man, as well as the cottage that stood before him, had vanished! All that remained was him and the young man, whom was still asleep. His frustration now turned bewilderment, Fendrel was now questioning if any of this was actually real. Be it dream or reality, he knew he couldn't leave the boy out here in the forest. Though difficult with his wounds, he carried him all the way back to his own home. After placing him in a makeshift bed, he almost immediately fell asleep himself, far too exhausted to care or worry about anything else.
Upon waking up the next morning, the boy was still there, right where he had left him. What wasn't still there, however, were his wounds. They appeared to heal, as if by magic, over night! He had feared that he wouldn't be able to work for at least a few weeks due to his injures, which would leave food to be an issue of it's own. He glanced at the still slumbering boy, beginning to second guess his suspicions last night. Come a few months later, the farm he worked at started yielding increasingly abundant and excellent crops, resulting in a drastic increase to his income. These were only the first few of many fortunate miracles bestowed upon Fendrel...
Many generations later, Alexander House is among the most wealthy, powerful, and renowned bloodlines across the kingdom. The above story is something of a myth to how this noble family came to be. To outsiders, it is simply a legend and nothing more. However, no one but the Alexander family and their closest allies and advisers know that this legend is no such thing, but true history. To this day, the young man, now given the name Sebastian Alexander, slumbers in his own special room, cared for by Fendrel's now countless descendants who, just as he had, received continued fortune and wealth.
Among the Alexanders, it had become tradition that the heir to the family name become the personal care taker to the young man until he or she produces a heir of his or her own.
This is where our story really begins...