Amoresh seemed at peace. The wars of old had been forgotten. The history of the land had been lost ages ago. It was rumored that they still existed, but few wanted to read them. It was rumored that it was all just a story.
Was there a Creator? Was there a Corruptor? Most had decided that there were not. Even if they existed, how did they affect the people's lives anymore? Where was the evidence? Why should we concern ourselves with those who don't concern themselves with us? There were a few who still held the faith, but most others looked down upon them.
In some places, things were happening that would change the face of the world forever. Deep in the Caverns of Noresh, where the heat of summer could not reach, an army was being raised. In the forests of Porlah, where the mighty korashin tree grew, a forgotten creature had returned. In the oceans of Sorest, a mist-covered island appeared where there had been none before. On the shores of Ganill, a young man lay upon the beach.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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