Historias de Taloren

Nate held his hand upon the warm mossy stones of the tower. Below him, the great city of Taloren stretched upon it's cliff above the sunset ocean. Time has stopped. The clouds have frozen in the sky. "Do I have to say here?" He asked. "In time, yes" the Historian answered. "The History must go on. It has to be written." "Sitting in a tower?" "Some kinds of history can only be written sitting in a tower. You'll understand."