It was just like any other day for Emmet. A birthday didn't come with many presents but seeing the black orb filled him with a certain amount of familiarity. It was as if he had a guardian angel, looking after him from beyond. Of course, no one else knew of the gifts that appeared out of nowhere, he refused to even talk about it out of fear that someone would take them away. He left them within his small sock drawer. His brown hair short and cut low. The longer his hair, the more it could be used to be grabbed from behind. It was a flaw in battle, apparently.  He had piercing grey eyes, and a sweet smile when he chose to show it. He was handsome, and the girls and women who looked upon him were easily smitten even if he was quieter than others. It added a certain mystique. Yet he pretended he did not care. His destiny was much more important than simple women, according to the king.<br/><br/>The dream within the night had been so pleasant and peaceful. It made him feel like a man to save such a woman. He felt needed by someone which filled him with such a warmth. Yet the dream was cruelly stirpped away from him, and when he awoke he was in the same bed, with the same destiny as before. They had named him Emmet the Magicbane. He had killed a warlock before and it had been shockingly easy. He advanced, the warlock was stunned none of his spells were working. When Emmet swung his blade he sliced through the warlocks armour. Breaking him with ease. Ever since the hype around him was too much to comprehend.<br/><br/>Today he was feeling slightly adventurous, and decided to take the black orb with him. There was something about it that was so... engaging. It felt like a mix between a pull and a fall. It was terrifying but enchanting all the same. He moved towards the king quarters, he had told him he had plans for him today.