What makes a man worthy of becoming a legend? What makes a man worth remembering at all?

Many might think that I write about this man, Xander, the last Turian, for the many adventures he lived, for the deserts he crossed, for the winds that whispered him, for the sea monsters that bowed to him or for the jungles that embraced him as their own kin.

Some others might believe that it is because he discovered the secret of this world and cherished it. Because he destroyed us and saved us all. Because he met life and death themselves.

They are all wrong. These things make a man interesting, not remarkable.

His story is that of the blood in his hands, of the darkness in his mind and the candle in his heart, of the battles against the hero of another story, of how he was held and lifted by greater things than himself.

A boy that became so much more…