By day 570 I found myself at sea once again.
I continue my search for amethyst, however I was unable to find any at all.
Not even a meager pittance, or a minuscule crumb could be found.
Only the dead had come out of the night.
Beings of rot and decay descended like ants to a summer barbecue.
Taking refuge in some dark dank and damp cavern home to a long forgotten mine was not the best idea.
You should know to never participate in a game that is rigged, unless it’s in your favor.
Once lost in time, once forgotten name, once long existed within the void.
He the ageless wizard twisted in form and in mind.
Returned to us from his eternal exile.
Claiming ownership over the land we fought to protect.
The true ruler he thought of himself.
In the end the desires of the people were not considered, only the wizard was given authority.
We never uncovered the Queen’s nor her kin’s fate.
It came from the stars you know.
Aboard an old once abandoned satellite, we knew something had changed when it suddenly powered on one day.
We ascended in a shuttle most exquisite with the express purpose to understand what was happening.
What was found in that station made me realize peace would become a distant fantasy.
Stood there in a resplendent metallic form most foul was the very thing that started this whole mess.