Post by Arthur on Jan 24, 2009 17:40:25 GMT -5
The city of Letharem used to be a city of marvelous wealth. You could see people smiling everywhere in town. Every day seemed to be a sunny one. And the list goes on and on. All of that has changed now, though. These days, the lands in the great Mountain Circlet have become darker than even the darkest of nights. There is no sunrise here. Time has become obsolete, as every hour, every day, every week looks the exact same as the one before it. All of the land is roamed by the vilest of creatures. This is all the work of a single man. Or is he even a man? Who knows.
Zaleras sat at the rock on the side of the roads, leaning against the blackened sign pointing to what used to be Letharem. He was waiting, patiently, yet utterly annoyed. Waiting, for what would be the heroes of this story. His story. They would come. He was certain of it. And they'd better arrive quickly, because they still had a long way to go before it was all over...
Zaleras sat at the rock on the side of the roads, leaning against the blackened sign pointing to what used to be Letharem. He was waiting, patiently, yet utterly annoyed. Waiting, for what would be the heroes of this story. His story. They would come. He was certain of it. And they'd better arrive quickly, because they still had a long way to go before it was all over...
