Green.


Blue.


A child in the distance. Short, black choppy hair; a girl. Darkness
engulfing a house. The echos of voices, who are they? What are they
saying?


Feathers.


Swords.


A figure in the air. Long, flowing hair; a woman. The whisper of a
promise. The sun shining, blinding, unable to see, unable to see, unable
to see, unable to see...


Darkness.


Light.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Sarapin, in the year 384 AF.