Celeion Aldamiel never expected to find a young woman in the woods during an escort mission, let alone one that quite firmly informed him that she was not, in fact, lost. He certainly didn't expect her to fight him on returning her to her family or that she was from the decaying empire to the East of his own nation that they were passing near. All in all Celeion never expected anything that came from the beautiful elf that would one day be his wife. It was a relationship that worked for both him and the Lady Saeriel Tathviel. It worked enough that he left his place among the Eagle Knights and moved to Wispil where Saeriel's family had owned land for centuries back into time.
Faeron was born shortly after their marriage and the joy of the town whose partial autonomous to the country allowed them to escape the worse of the political intrigue that festered at the heart of the once great empire. His first memory was his father's strong hands placing him upon a shaggy pony, Meddirya, and telling him the stories of the great knight charges of old. It was little wonder that he spent large amounts of his time with the other children of the village playing Third Army, hacking at bushes and children with wooden sticks and leading them on adventures that would often result in a few scrapes and bruises as well as the occasional lecture for property destruction.
These adventures blended into the world of training his father began him on, spending more and more time with real blades than with the wooden ones. It became even more so as he quickly outgrew the gnomish children who made up the majority of the population. His evenings spent at his father's knee begging for stories of his time amid the Eagle Knights or occasionally stories of his families involvements in the various exploration expeditions. From these stories he built up a world where knights protected ladies, aided the unfortunate, guarded the people, and served as the shield for the weak.
His world would remain in that perfect state until he went to Oppara in order to be trained with the infamous Lion Blades. Month by month as he served out his year of training his faith was shaken. All around him nobles fought and squabbled over grains of land while their people starved. The poor died on the streets and the rich simply walked over them cursing the government that would leave them as such an impediment. His fellow students, his teachers, all worked to cut their way higher up the blood soaked ladder of the Taldorian nobility. At the top of which perched the vulture known as the Grand Prince.
The loss of his parents less than a month before his graduation was the final straw for his ability to withstand this world. Faeron spent his week of mourning in the house that now felt empty and alone and changed the course of his own personal fate. Late in the night he opened the doors of the treasury and blew out all the torches, leaving his childhood home as a standing tomb for the parents he so deeply loved and mounting his horse he turned his back of the life of ease that was his by right.
The Cavalier would spend several years following this lost, adrift in the world with all he once held true unraveling around him. Until the night he rode past the burning farm. In that night he would find out that he couldn't save everyone, that there was a need for strength turned to the tides of good, and receive his first kiss. It would be the night that he realized he could be everything his father wanted from him. He just would not be it the way he had believed. And it gave him faith that things could be better. As he traveled across the Inner Sea he would begin to develop the drive that would eventually lead him into the Silver Crusade. Because Taldo's Grand Prince may have changed, but the decay had not and he believed that under the nobility the people who suffered needed change. He would gather the people needed to sweep the Grand Prince from his throne and bring about the next golden age.
