Dark Saga: Infinitio SecundumTo whoever finds these letters, I pray that this gift I have given in death will be returned with friendship and trust. I advise you to read this collection of pages with an extraordinary fixation for if one has done so they will be greatly be fitted in life and in death. I am lonely in this place and do not wish you suffer the same fate as I have. I would write this for my family or my friends and lovers but all have passed and I cannot find them. For finding a single individual in this place, is like finding a grain of sand in the tides with no knowledge of where it is or what it looks like.
Understand that I do not write these things for hopes of salvation for I have come to find no such salvation from this place. No, I write these words so that in your time you may prepare yourself and have knowledge so when you come you will not be in the grimness I was. In death, there is no resting for the dead. Only a painful longing to be living again
Loath The Ivory TowerThose that stand utop the ivory tower scoff below at the ebon people
The ebony people below called
"Come down before you fall."
Those in the ivory tower laughed and shunned them
The sun fell as the moon rose
The people of the ivory tower could not see
From below the ivory tower teetered and tottered
Then the winds cried
The tower came tumbling down
Lo that ivory tower that killed the ebony people
Forgotten, buried by the ivory ruins
Flash Light StoryTonight a beast scratches on the windows of my soul
And every tender insecurity prowl like wolves diving upon my very heart
Pray for the kill
And in this moment I crumble
Because in my mind forest it is dark and I got lost in the fog
Though I find comfort from a small fire
As I sit in horror as the shadows dance in the starry night
This is my lonely kingdom
Solitude by the warmth of a small fire
A long voyage to a land I no longer know
This pain in my chest causes me to be hopeful
Oh yes because a reapers tender kiss is better than none at all
So I can smile as I watch the fires burn all the tiny lives
Because home is coming and the evil shadows won't have me
Lyorta: The Hopeless Youth And The Brave Fools“Where are the knights… where are all the knights,” said a young soldier holding a cracked spear. He was looking across a field. On one side, a group of ragtag poorly equipped untrained soldiers. On the other side… what could only be described as death. He looked around his fellows and not one of them had anything of any quality on them. Maybe a veterans helmet or foraged surplus from previous battles.
An older young adult next to him hit the young soldiers chest. “The knights are back at camp, getting ready. They will be here once we are all dead. What did you expect kid.” He let out a small chuckle.
The young soldier looked at him with horrified eyes. “We are just guards… I've been in the service for only a moon. How can they do this to us? We are not ready for war!”
“Don’t you get it. Your nothing to the royals. We will stand, hold our