Here he stood, looking down the cliff, at the burning village which used to be his home twenty years ago. Ødeguard clenched his fist, hoping to save the tortured villagers down there, instead of being burnt to their death by barbarians—but he can’t. He wasn’t any soldier, and neither a hero. Just then, a young kid dashed down the side of the hill, holding a large rake in his hands. He yielded the metal teeth at one of barbarians who dared to kill his mother. Upon seeing this, Ødeguard thought, ‘No, wait. If even that kid has the courage for that...Why can’t I?’.
The next day, villagers with their own weapons started gathering, planning strategies on revenge on the army that rampaged their village. Ødeguard thought this was a great chance to make a change, a change that will change his way of life, forever.