The fires of a dream burned and stoked behind young Angus Faraday's eyes. He longed to be somewhere other than the four walls of his workplace. The anvil and the casting iron seemed to mock him silently whispering to his young ears that this would be the only life he would ever know. Such a possibility was not a terrible thing, mind you. Not for some men, however, young Angus Faraday could not accept such a fate. His spirit was bold, daring, and strong and he could not accept such a fate. Even if it seemed to be inevitable and set in stone.