The First Story
- LECTURAS 23
- Votos 1
- Partes 2
The man on his throne in the space between leaned in, peering into the endless see of stories that he could watch unfold. He had not been here long. He had only just started his vigil, and as he searched through the endless pinpricks of light that were the stories of all that could be told, he found his gaze drawn inexorably towards one light. When he focused in on the story before him he witnessed things he had never imagined before. Flames darker than night, power beyond imagining and beings so powerful that even he shivered at the thought of them becoming aware of his presence. He nodded to himself as he leaned back into his throne and for the first time ever he allowed a story to flow through him.
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