#051 - Of A Halo And A Green Velvet Dress

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Once, We Were Great

Once, the Criatae had been a numerous people, their lands had stretched as far as the eye could see, over mountains, hills, highlands, over river, lake and plain, through forest, fire and sky.

They had been the hub of innovation, of learning and of creation, their glory knew no end. Yet, for all their vaunted power and might, they were still conquered, massacred and reduced until they were almost none.

But this is not our story. Our story lies with the few who survived this horrific time, and with their few rays of hope. One is a girl, named Falynniae d’Ariant. She was one of three survivors of the Burning of the Citadelle de la Roi. Another ray of hope lies with the traveller Amnykonos, and the secrets he carries.

Yet, his is a story that is also for another time. For now, let us focus of the tale of Falynniae d’Araint, and her life in exile.

So, this is the first section of a story I started forever and a day ago, and I'm now trying to get restarted on it. Hopefully, I'll have more stuff done on it later. In my free time. Which doesn't exiiist whyyyyyy.