"One who creates all, owns all." - Prestin, assistant of the elven goddess of nature, Asola
"Prestin-far, ni keni heila?" said Asola, who curtsied.
"Ai keni heila, Quillett Asola," replied Prestin.
"Monvar yed Jehn, vhat hela dedon."
Prestin slowly bowed.
In a fantasy world, where many species may communicate, live, and become allies with powerful nations within Esteriban― the aboveground. In hidden and desperate for their lives, many took refuge in Uluryiban― the underground. Many of holy descent, non-believers of the true gods of Esteriban resides in Myskyelpa― the skies.
Many thrived and perished through long wars and peace-making. Few left a permanent, important mark on the face of the world.
Oh how long we survived and killed.
Prayers to all, walkers, bestials, elves, spirits...
For those that have fallen, for those that are viable, for those that had eradicated others. For those that postulated the existence of Magnus, for those that didn't.
Eyan di Alahra chryten di Vera-Nepranya, di Pranya von freinom.
Was-ie en zin von di Apocrypha?
Di Apocrypha von Jehn yed Monvar. En Buet von di Helent von Entelliaporathus, Lanya von tru Toulai von di Landars.