Write in Progress

Divine hear our prayer Divine see us Divine hear our prayer Divine feast with us In the light of truth we are humble As the moon and the stars shine upon us we look for the Light to guide us.  Thou the bleak crawls upon some the majority of the realm thrive. We must all remind ourselves of the gifts given. A lot of folks pray for the ones lost at the Great Calamity. A sadness of course but history will always strengthen us. As the harvest approaches and another year without war, we must think about what was and what will be. Light, both the kingdom and the old empire is calm. Keep the light and do not seek in the darkest corners of the land. Signed by, Pious Gallou of  Chapel of Therassia

  A late afternoon in the year 536 (3 years before the prologue) Laban Ydas walked firmly through the forest edge. This afternoon as many others the kids in Vidar was having a blast playing the game called  Ishi . As far as Laban remembered from the chapel lectures the Ishi was a cursed entity roaming a long lost land, like a ghost. A little bit creepy and today he was the Ishi, again. To be honest he wasn't really sure how the Ishi was decided, but he hade been made it an awful lot of times these past weeks. All participants was supposed to close there eyes and point at something and then the older kid Cael Immer or Octaf Potter shouted who was the Ishi. Then everyone ran and hid in the forest edge.  So here he was again, with the task at hand. To locate every hidden child and in the Ishi manner, according to the legend, point at the person and throw a creepy catchphrase to indicate that he had taken them.  Being the Ishi feels like a punishment , he thought. He had...