So, in olden days tales were told of men with fire in their blood and iron in their arms. There were none of whom more tales were told than Stoutheart Gateholder and his brothers. For fifteen years, and in two blood-harvests they were champions of the Wall, and none could rival their might. I do not wish to waste my breath on what has been so oft repeated. Instead I tell a new tale: the tale of his son. This is the Tale of Elric Fireeye.