Logan dusted off his hands when he heard a knock at his door. It was late evening, and he was just finishing up washing his dishes.
After sailing away from Albion, Logan wandered the foreign countries aimlessly until he stumbled upon the village of Skywater. It was a small village by the sea, with a fairly busy port bringing trade and visitors throughout the year. Logan was lent a nice house in exchange for his help at a local tavern. He worked as a bartender to pay for staying in the small house, and then some. Soon he had enough extra money to buy the house for himself. He then worked at the tavern on occasion, but made his main income by putting himself up for hire in many different trades. He fixed roofs, did carpenters work, cooked, made many repairs, and help out ship captains in unloading their boats for money and favors. He soon had a good reputation in the town, and had come to befriend many regulars at the tavern. His new life was a success in his eyes.
Opening the door to his small house, an interesting sight met his eyes. A man, bedraggled and with salt-crusted hair and clothes, stood, his eyes rimmed with the evidence of little sleep. His extremely red hair was tangled and frayed, and a beard had begun to grow after missing many a shavings. In one arm he carried a small box with a letter attached to its top, in the other a small infant who was fast asleep.
Logan took it all in with a glance. The old Logan would have sent the man away, but Logan had changed in his times traveling and living in Skywater. He brought the man inside, fed him, gave him warm clothes, and placed the infant in a make-shift cradle, still asleep.
When the man had drank the last of his ale, he wiped his mouth and handed Logan the box.
Logan took it. "What's this?"
The man silenced a belch. "From Madison, your sister."
Logan's eyes immediately sparked with surprise. "She sent you all this way to give me a package?"
The man shook his head and nodded to the note. "No, there's more. Read it."
Logan eyed the man before scanning the note.

To Logan, former king of Albion, where ever he may reside.

Dearest Brother,
I expect that since you are reading this, Chase has found you. If you are settled or not, I'm not sure. I only hope that where ever you are, you are happy.
The reason I have sent Chase on such a perilous journey is complicated. I'm sure my present to you will clear things up a bit, but I have little time I must write this quick.
In short, I have been given a prophecy from Theresa. The child Chase has brought to you is my son. My third. The others (from oldest to youngest) are Logan II, who reminds me so much of you, in all the good ways of course. And then there is Jack, the twin of the boy I have sent you. Theresa, to sum it up, said that I must keep the two apart or there will be great destruction. More is not clear, but I knew I had to send one of the twins away.
There is no other person I trust with my son then you, Logan. I would entrust him to Chase, his father, but Chase is a wanderer. He is meant to roam, and could never settle anywhere for any long period of time.
In Theresa's message, she made it clear to me that it was this son, that I have entrusted to you, that would be the one to cause damage and destruction if kept with his twin. That I why I send him to you. Out of anyone I know, you have the most experience in changing who you were thought to be. I know that my son can be good, with the right guidance. I hope you can provide this to him.
Please don't tell him he has a twin, or who his parents are, none of it. Don't lie completely, though, he should know you are his uncle. Raise him as you see fit. He deserves to know the truth, but only when you known he's ready.
His name is up to you. But please, tell Chase so he may tell me. I wish to know my child's name.
I will never be able to repay you enough.

Best of Wishes and a Million Thanks,
Madison