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by Zeffon

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Ambinoise 30:27
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After Dusk 14:55
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Their Own Houses Bring Destruction 06:00
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Dark Ice Shrine 20:44
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Father would always tell me, "There's this village that you cannot visit after dark".

"Why is that?" I would inquire.

"I don't know. It's likely due to local superstition."

"Have you been there?"

"No. It's really far away."

I would normally try to inquire further. This was obviously a very interesting topic with him. However, he would only roll his eyes, like I was bugging him and pestering him for additional info that I didn't really need. Father's dead now, and I am as old as old can be (I barely have strength to pick up this pen). Reve Terra Lyeon died a while back, and I'm not sure if there are any more heirs to the house of Isga either. I'll foolishly assume that Dränsilane's also dead, since everyone seems to be acting normally nowadays. Thus, it's been a while since the events that tore the Earth apart.

Just after Dränsilane claimed to have become a fundamental energy of the universe, everyone went insane, even I did. The experience was nothing short of hell. Although it will sound rather odd, as long as Dränsilane was present, we were cursed to eternally think, as in concentrate. Again, this likely does not sound like any torture that you may be familiar with, but in this heightened state of concentration, we did some of the most illogical things. It's like we were brainwashed. In any case, after Dränsilane spread his influence, people in the town of Whip began disappearing. I'm not entirely certain when, but after Dränsilane disappeared (hopefully for good), the town was empty. Father had disappeared as well. I did however, find this note addressed to me:

"Dear Stéphane,

If you're reading this, I am not dead, and it means that you are alive. What I mean is that I still exist in this world. Everyone does in some way or form, but when we were all insane, a strange mist enveloped the town; it seems the energy of Dränsilane seems to cause water to create mists at any point above sea level, but not due to pressure changes. It just tears matter apart, bit by bit. In any case, we technically should have expired far before Dränsilane ended his influence, but didn't. The mist PROLONGED our lives. We're falling apart as humans, but our spirits are as restless as ever. By the way, don't enter this town again. I know it's the hometown of you and I, but fiendish things happen after dusk, and I don't want you to get caught by it.

Regards,

Your Father"

I wanted to listen, but I was much too curious as to what he meant, so I stayed outside of the town until the sun had set. Soon, THEY came.

They looked like giant golden statues with their faces carved out of the ancient stone that they had been mounted in; no features allowing for a sense of eyes, nose, or mouth could be seen. I realized that these enormous statues that stood (or floated, as they hovered in the air) at least 15 times taller than me. As they approached, a blue mist effortlessly carried the massive statues into the town. I followed the mysterious figures into the town, and saw the heavy stone statues land in the abandoned town square with a enormous thump. I journeyed closer, and saw that tiny people, most likely Mandras, were breaking free from the stone. Upon even closer inspection, the statues appeared to be completely composed of petrified Mandras. The statues quickly deconstructed themselves as the Mandras became living flesh. Then, I became completely astonished as people began to tumble from were the Mandra statues had once stood tall. They were alive.

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released May 22, 2015

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