The visions came to Gherry in his youth. His nights were filled with dreams - a great cloud rolling over the battle field. Bolts of lightning flying over the combatants. The ground shook and rumbled to the rhytym of the ranks and the horses of the knights. A shout would come from behind him followed by a volley of spears.

Gherry trembled in the dream... A hand would touch his shoulder. He would turn and see a large, white bearded man holding a spear. He was missing a hand.

The man was Tyr.

"Go on little one," he would say, but his mouth wouldn't move, "Go on! Learn! Be strong!"

He would waive his hand to encourage the boy, teen, then man into battle.

Upon reaching his 21st year, Tyr appeared to Gherry in his dreams as he always did. This time he did not shoo him into battle, but up to his perch high above the battle field.

There he taught Gherry battle strategy. Described the power of the Earth and Air and how to wield them to his advantage in battle. And taught him of the healing arts and how to aid his fallen comrades.

When Gherry awoke, he knew it was his time. He bid his farewells to his family and friends and struck out into the wilderness to honor his Lord and to spread His word.