Autor/-in: John of Cianden .

Memory fades, and with them our words too lose all value. Ruviti D Alessar John Volk Cianden was never meant to be remembered. His contribution to history is a mere footnote. If fate hadn t been so curiously capricious, John would have lived, loved, longed, and eventually died a farmer. The body to a soul who doesn t deserve him It was fate, wasn t it. Some ploy of the Dreamers to twist our path until we were something more or perhaps something less than we wanted. And though the people may let our story slip through the fingers of what is and what shouldn t. I WON T. I REMEMBER. I ALWAYS WILL. Soul