Many moons ago in Dunesfolk... On the 16th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon... A withered lalafell gave birth to a fatherless son... The townsfolk frowned upon her and cast her out... Stoned and beaten she protected the life she bore... She never scream... She never cried... she knew the truth... In a dream... A premonition... The life she would bare would cost her more than she could afford... That night... The sky poured when her life flickered away like embers of a flame... In a frayed letter... In her last words...
"He was born from love but he shall be my End... May the builder watch over his cub"