Their was a lonely boy in a lonely village on a lonely mountain
range full of lonely sheep. The boy herded these sheep and it
brought him great wealth, but the boy was not happy. He had no
kind mother and no wise father so he sat in his large warm house
when he had the time. Now in his spare time the boy would study
the works of great scholars and one day he wished to become one.
Days and years past by and before long the boy was the richest
and most powerful man for miles. He had forgotten his vow to
become a scholar and spent his money on feasting and guards to
beat his subjects for money, but their was one subject who did
not bend to the mans will. He wore plain clothes and lived a
plain life and worked hard with little pay, but the villagers
loved him for his kindness and his faith in a god called God.
Seeing this plain man the man asked to have a audience with as it
seemed that the man was humbled by the plain man, then they
disappeared. 5 years later the two men came back the young one
was bald and plain the older one was also but he was dying.
Despite his new ways the young mans warriors obeyed him because
they could get no more money. The young man shocked by the
richness of his home he took of any thing he deemed unnecessary,
he then made it into a church of God. The mans solders eventually
become monks and the village returned to life. But life was soon
to be over for the old man. He was proud of his pupil and decided
on his deathbed he would give his pupil the name of Imuildaeren.
Before dying the old man said 'Imuil means sheep as a sheep is a
special mule that keeps the people warm and sacrifices themselves
to the people for food that's why there is an I. Daeren means
herder, for you are a herder who collects people and turns their
eyes to the light. But now I must speak to the Holy Father
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