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On the eve of the red moon, a sage that was part of an elite group of magicians that guarded a nearby city, ended up wandering onto the site of a mass slaughter of a village and all of its occupants. The scene was something that would haunt the great sage for the rest of his days. The village was in shambles with buildings either falling apart or missing huge sections that revealed what kind of life these people once lived. And corpses which were savagely beaten and in some cases missing limbs or other parts of their bodies. Upon closer inspection the sage noticed that each body had upon it an assortment of bite and claw marks. This only led the mage to one conclusion, and it was that a pack of werewolves had come through in search of food or shelter but ended going on a killing spree insted. There was only one detail that still bothered the sage, and that was that werewolves, no matter how big and nasty they were, were not capable of this much destruction, and only dark magic of a very high grade could cause this much damage. But before he could assess the situtation any further, a high pitched crying was herd coming from the nearby forest. The sage ran quickly into the forest and found the source. There in the middle of a clearing was a baby, wrapped in a white blanket on top of a stump. And on the opposite side of the clearing was a werewolf, about to swipe at the child. The sage knew what he had to do, He reached for his staff which was on his back, held by a sheath. But before he could get off so much as a blast of magic at the beast, the werewolf had managed to get a swipe at the childs face. The magic blast made contact with the werewolf and knocked him off his feet and into a nearby tree. The force of the impact had broken his neck, killing him instantly. The sage then rushed to the babies aid and prefomed a healing spell on the childs face to repair the damage that had been done. But, even with his best healing magic he could not undo all the damage done by the werewolf attack. The baby would forever have 3 diagnal slash marks going down his face, and the ability turn into a werewolf each full moon. Now there was only one more thing left to decide, what to do with the child. He certaily could not give the child to foster parents due to the fact that the child might turn werewolf and cause some trouble and he couldnt give the child to an orphanage because they wouldnt be able handle a child werewolf. Then he came to the only logical solution, He would have to bring the child with him, though he would have to get his master to understand this dilema later. So the sage decided to leave for the temple which he resided at, but while he was walking with the child in his arms he thought of something...what was the childs name going to be? After a while of thinking he looke at the childs face being bathed in the light of the red moon. Then at that moment, one word echoed through his head, Light. From now on your name shall be Light! Said the sage to the child. The baby giggled and as they continued onward to the temple, with the crimson glow of the red moon overhead as they journeyed on.