About two centuries ago, there was a being who brought peace unto the land and the many inhabitants. Though it was cliche, he ended all battles, wars and conflicts both by his mere presence, power and persuasion.

He became a legend.

Then once the storm calmed down to a stop, and the different peoples began building and rebuilding relationships with one another, putting all differences aside... He disappeared.

Many tried throughout the years to locate this legendary being. But it was a challenge when no one actually knew the identity of the being, nor did they know what he exactly was.

So, the many who tried eventually gave up, dwindling in numbers with each decade that passed by. And soon enough, he was just a legend, almost a myth...

Coming back to present day however, there are still plenty of believers of this legendary being and one of them happens to be a tall, lanky werewolf - who is the most clumsy werewolf anyone could meet.

With his ever strange luck - strange being a mix of good and bad - he loses his way whilst hiking a mountain. He had been tricked by some trolls as well on the way and had his supplies taken from him as well. But somehow, as all else seems lost, he is given shelter by a very mysterious man who speaks rather strangely...