Tragedy has befallen me as it always shall. My life reduced to ash. I suppose I should tell you the story.
It was just as we were celebrating sky's 150th birthday. I gave the the gift I had been working on. I made it to better protect or. I suppose my enchantments we're not enough to save her. I failed her.
We were happy when suddenly a mob was outside. They were angry and nearly all species were among them. They then beat me unconscious. When I awoke it was morning and my home was nothing but ash and blackened stone. I began to dig hoping for the best but knowing the worst. I began feeling numb to everything from the still hot embers to the pain and exhaustion until eventually it all faded away. When I woke up again I was in a massive hole with strange claw marks in it. When I climbed out I found the town to be gone. Nothing was left but ash, stone, flesh and bones. Not a soul could be found in the rubble of this city of 10,000 with neat 2,000 soldiers. I then felt in my hand something small and hard. I looked down to see a formseed. Not any formseed but the one of my beloved snow. I would recognize the color of those beautiful eyes anywhere. I shall never see them upon me again. She was as pure as the fresh snow. But I suppose the summer sun of death shall always rise. I could not find the seed of my daughter. I can only assume the worst.
This may be my final entry.
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The Formless
Fantasythe life of a mysterious species and his life in ardonia Also the art is by cloudless who is of course the best
