The Doors of Midnight

Some stories are hidden for a reason. All tales have a price. And every debt must be paid. I killed three men as a child and earned myself the name Bloodletter. Then I set fire to the fabled Ashram.I’ve been a bird and robbed a merchant king of a ransom of gold. And I have crossed desert sands and cutthroat alleys to repay my debt. I’ve stood before the eyes of god, faced his judgement, and cast aside the thousand arrows that came with it.And I have passed through the Doors of Midnight and lived to tell the tale. I have traded one hundred and one stories with a creature as old as time, and survived with only my cleverness, a candle, and a broken promise. And most recently of all, I have killed a prince, though the stories say I have killed more than one.My name is Ari. These are my legends. And these are my lies.