I had a dream.
I was a child under a tree. There was a beggar. They wore a brown robe, held a staff and their eyes were covered in a red scarf.
Under the tree were many other children, some I knew others I did not. Some were alive others dead.
But, in that moment they were alive again.
The beggar told many stories.
I remember these words:
“Within all of you, there is potential. A potential for greatness, and a potential for treachery. When the Heroes rise up to define (and sometimes redefine) the Legends of Fortannis, their stories are told by one and all, in great songs that echo across all of existence and beyond. However, the one thing, child, that you need to learn about the world? Everyone is listening. And I do mean -every- -one-. From the brightest stars, to the darkest of gorge. And sometimes? All they wish for is for silence. Let us hope that wish never comes true.”
Am I the only one?
Lady FallingStar
I was a child under a tree. There was a beggar. They wore a brown robe, held a staff and their eyes were covered in a red scarf.
Under the tree were many other children, some I knew others I did not. Some were alive others dead.
But, in that moment they were alive again.
The beggar told many stories.
I remember these words:
“Within all of you, there is potential. A potential for greatness, and a potential for treachery. When the Heroes rise up to define (and sometimes redefine) the Legends of Fortannis, their stories are told by one and all, in great songs that echo across all of existence and beyond. However, the one thing, child, that you need to learn about the world? Everyone is listening. And I do mean -every- -one-. From the brightest stars, to the darkest of gorge. And sometimes? All they wish for is for silence. Let us hope that wish never comes true.”
Am I the only one?
Lady FallingStar
