LaneAuthor
Humans love stories. They always have. Tales of fantastical beasts and forbidden fruits are still passed on to this day. Stories told and changed from generation to generation, entwining fact and fiction into a braid of legends that become one entanglement of myth.
Tales have become so twisted that only some flickering of truth remains, like the embers of a once blazing bonfire or the ruined castle of a once-great ruler. The lies woven into them -for dramatic effect, or to scare obedience into children- are wound so tightly that no amount of unraveling can truly undo them all.
"The only way to know fact from fiction, is to test it yourself". That's what Clarentyne always preached, and he was recently inducted as a Colt Mage. The first of our village to pass the Trials. The first non-magic child to harness the arcane. The first to free one fact from a long-believed fiction: you don't need to be born from power in order to achieve it.
And I, Islari of Ninimua, daughter to Joa and Marinli, and sister to Clarentyne and Kalueh, hereby vow to be the next.