The Highborn
The Highborn The truth of all is small to some Head a 'tilted, shoulders a 'splay. The hardship of most is lost on this host Soft hands, Cold laughter Resound and reflect forever, Hereafter. Why should we wait, to accept our fate? Hands from...
The rending
While the four kindred rested after creating the fabric, Marzelbur grabbed the light with his burning hand and collected it into his cavernous maw; and with all the light collected, the universe was dark once again. Marzelbur shone like a beacon in the...