The year 1325 since the rise of the unchained
WEST COAST OF ELIMOR
Who am I?
Vidia’s mind was a collection of jumbled images, voices, broken memories. Nothing made sense, nothing seemed to find order.
Where am I?
She did not recognise anything around her. She remembered a dagger, the pain, the fire going up her face. Then nothingness and that coast, that vast, frightening ocean, and something, *someone* warm beside her. Big wings, sharp teeth, eyes holding a scratchy resentment. That Korel was a mirror of herself, lost, far from a past that would never welcome her back.
“Who are you?”
“A forgotten one, like you. We can be together.”
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