There is little evidence that Druids have ever existed. Druids are by nature, elusive; as transient as the wind, as indistinguishable as a single leaf hanging upon a plenteous tree. They live in another age yet one parallel to the world of men, where all are in union with nature rather than above it. A land of strong souls, untouched earth and forgotten magic. Where the spirits of nature, the wood nymphs and the water lilies whisper freely in the ears of all that would listen. Yet there are times, rare transient times, when those that walk with the earth find their boots on man made streets. There are many a name whispered throughout human history of such individuals. Assumed Druids who guided ancient Kings in times of trouble, stood against evil in unspeakable forms, weaved through tragic love, and performed feats so incredible their recounting can only be dismissed as an exaggeration. It is through such a tapestry of intriguing tales and handed down whispers that Carrick, a boy of two worlds, came to be.