This story begins with a single, lonely wanderer. He was quite an active warrior
who trained day after day for hours upon hours to help better himself and improve upon his abilities.
Day after day and time after time the Warrior tried to find a clan that he could call home.
However, the efforts he made were all in vain;
he was never able to find a clan that would accept him among themselves.
Nobody had wanted him.
Not a single person given him the chance to prove his worthiness...
"no one listen to my cries, my pain."
After being rejected one time too many, he fled to the woods alone and without a single item upon his person.
He isolated himself away from the people who deemed him unworthy; who looked down upon him.
Alone and cold, he wandered these dark and desolate woods aimlessly,
just wishing to find someone or something that would accept him for who he was...
but he found nothing but vicious, blood thirsty animals who wanted nothing more to kill and devour the Warrior.
Having brought along nothing that he could have used to defend himself, he was forced to fight these creatures using nothing but his bare hands.
With a flame alight in his heart; a fire burning bright within his soul, he fought a long and physically draining fight, managing to slay these beasts.
However, he was heavily wounded, and his vision had began to fade. Using the last of his strength, he slowly pulled himself over to an old oak tree,
propped himself up against it, and faded away from the conscious world.
In this state of unconsciousness, he was visited by Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom.
With this vision, he was finally enlightened, and knew what he had to do to finally find what he'd been looking for.
He was to build a monastery and welcome all who sought out their dreams, peace, tranquility, wisdom... comradely.
Little by little, the monastery was slowly constructed from ground up.
With the aid and wisdom bestowed onto him by Athena,
and with the help from travelers and wanderers passing by,
The Monastery was finally finished.