Lethiel had been a normal girl, the daughter of a minor noble. Perhaps a bit...less than ladylike at times, too often running off into the forest, her father tried to force her back into what he thought her proper role was. But he did not know his daughter--did not know that in her young heart she yearned for adventure.
Finally, in the dark just before dawn, when she could stand no more, she broke and ran, ran farther than ever she had before. Until, exhausted, cold, sore, alone, she slumped against a strange, rough boulder, crying softly--for, truly, a child still she was, though a woman she was becoming.
Her tears...her tears, though, awoke an ancient, long forgotten magic, and the stone stirred, rising, unfolding into, of all things, a giant stone man...one of the long lost treasure of kingdoms past. A golem...bound, now, and forever, to it's new master, the young girl named Lethiel, sworn by the very spells that had forged into the strange existence it called life to serve and protect her for as long as she lived.