Some people say that history is shaped by those who are destined for greatness. I can tell you now they are wrong. They were not there when the endless winter turned a child into a man, a man that was born into greatness, but was shunned because of it.
They did not see him stare into the eyes of the Ice Giants, defying their threats of torture. They did not see the child challenge evil incarnate, the great wolf that walks the barren wasteland to devour the souls of the weak. They disregarded the child that would lead the greatest army known to man against an evil so horrific that the sun never shone for countless years.
I was there. I saw the child of prophesy come into this world. I was there when Odin walked the earth on the night he was born. I saw the child grow into a man, and a leader of men. This is his story. Never forget it.