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Default Gronk the half-ogre

Gronk's first memory was a song. Although he remembered the words perfectly, he did not know what they meant. But they were so beautiful they brought tears to his eyes, and he tried not to think of them unless he was alone. Crying made him feel weak. He remembered a woman's voice. He knew it was his mother. He knew that she loved him very much, but he could not remember her face.

His second memory was of water, though he did not know if this was a true memory or simply the story he'd heard many times as he stacked firewood by the hearth of the Three Crone Sisters who lived beneath the Black Oak Tree.

"A woman's voice drew us to the edge of the glade by the river," said the eldest of the sisters. "None could resist her call. It was heavy with magic. All came to the sound of her voice, and gathered by the river which separates their world, and our world. The Dark Folk and the Bright ones, all - nymphs, brownies, dryads, fuans, wood elves, nixies, centaurs, pixies, and imps, witches and warlocks."

The eldest of the three blind sisters handed the vision crystal to the second sister, who placed it to her empty eye socket as she stirred herbs into the cauldron.

"Her face was veiled," said the second of the sisters, and the wisest. "And it glowed with the spell she cast upon us. She was powerful indeed! Even I was drawn to the river bank that day."

"She placed a basket upon the water, and pushed it into the current," said the youngest of the sisters, taking the crystal, and looking at Gronk. "Ungatha, the alligator and the water guardian, rose from the depths and gently balanced the basket on his snout. He brought you over to our world, where no mortal weapon may come."

"Hefeydd, the captain of the pixie guard, looked first into the basket," said the eldest.

"You grabbed his nose, and crushed it so hard he bled!" said the middle. "You were strong, even then."

"A warrior!" said the youngest. "One destined to hold a sword. A life full of sorrow!"

"But while you were here, your life was full of joy, and that joy you will carry with you!"

Gronk could not remember which of the sisters spoke. Their voices blended together, and they often finished each other's sentences.

"You must learn the ways of war! A dark time comes. An axe age! A sword age! Take this necklace. When the time comes, it will guide you home."

And so, the Seelie and Unseelie courts both sent their champions out into the world: Og the minotaur, Gronk the Half-Ogre, and others. Not all would return. But the faeries hoped at least one would return to save their world from destruction.
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