[GravityChill]

The Year is 2060

Ragnarok is still a recent memory of my early childhood.
I finally start helping my father with the farm, a hobby I once hated.
My mother died on the eve of my 11th birthday, upon meeting my sister.

Time moves onward

The Year is 2062

I find myself having made many friends.
Those being that of a Batkin, a young Aphrosian, a Pylae Faithful and a Kitsune
I attend a beautiful masquerade hosted by my friend, with the attendance of a masked man.
This marks the beginning of my Batkin friend being hunted, and being blooded as a Magyar.

Time moves onward.

The Year is 2063

I save a friend who wished to find solace.
I move to don the mask, afraid of confronting myself and the decisions I've made.
The Aphrosian once my friend now seeks my head.
I see him in a duel of wills and defeat him on that night of the Gem's attempted Retrieval.
Many are harmed, one more than another and the gem stays outside of reach.
I see the beginning of my close friend's down-spiral and involve myself in a horrible attempt of murder.
The Fear of the Primordial is presence, and the weight of many lay on my back.

Time moves onward.

The Year is 2065

I have not seen many of my friends in a while.
Some disappeared, some dead, and some holding disgust for me.
But I have slowly built a new family, and my old one still cares for me.
Things continue to grow more tense, but I hold on to hope.
If only I knew such...

Time moves onward.

The Year is 2066

I reunite with my old friend and have a good conversation for the first time ever.
I've since last time been attacked, barely finding myself escaping with my life.
Unfortunately the same cannot be said for the Tsagan, war is truly the only way.
The night of such an attack begins, and ends with the souls of many eradicated and absorbed.
The weight of such is heavy, and on that night I lost one I respected, and unknowingly burned many bridges.

Time moves...onward.

The Year is 2067

What remains of the city is now no more than Sand.
The weight of my actions and blindness weigh heavy.
My only solace is found in those few who remain.
I resolve at the loss of my friend's control to end her pain.
Despite such...I fail and can only see her leave for the last time...

Time moves onward.

Many Years pass, and the year is...2072.

I have grown much more jaded in time, but try to stay positive.
The results of my sins linger deep, and many see me as unredeemable.
I find myself facing death, and saved by the hands of one I knew almost a decade ago.
They find themselves suffering in my name. They say it's their fault...but we all saw where the blade pointed.

I find myself reconnecting with more of a spirit, a promise made.
Even find myself taking on more who see me as a teacher...
I commit to what I must, but find myself against one I wished no harm on.
The pain of such stings physically and mentally, as I assume the world to soon take me from it.

But yet again, time moves forward, and more he must do to clean his soul before the reaper takes him...