A Hero Unexpected

Armor of gold and blades of light, eyes silver and gold, fluorescent and bright. Kind in words and strong in will, never an undeseverving soul would he kill. A child at sight yet old is he, older than four-thousand cycles he be. Akin to legend and son of myth. Above all he'd stand, the forgemaster smith. With blades in many and relics a few, forever does he live, ever born anew. A hero he claims yet is known by none, regardless he stands with humanity as one. Ludari, a child of Uruk is he, Older than four-thousand cycles he be. Forever he stands as the guardian of fate, Let us pray and hope that he is never too late.