I don’t understand,” Oraeyn whispered hoarsely. “It is not for us to understand,” Ina replied, her face clearing as she listened to Kaitryn. “It is for us to travel to the very edge of the light we are given.” “And then?” Oraeyn asked. A radiant smile beamed across Kaitryn’s face. “And then we jump with swords drawn, a battlecry on our lips, and we beat back the darkness.
He's Darkness. Unpleasant. I wouldn't trust him. Nor do I trust every mortal I meet. I don't know where evil comes from, and frankly it doesn't matter. Not right now. Histories and myths are renamed and reinvented eternally across the world. I can't speak to that. What I do know? This is your story.
