The pain of Mehron, the grand warden of the north. Jalten short stories #2

"Is this justice? Is this truly an act the Gods see as right? If it is… I must be blind" Mehron gazed upon the frozen valley of Aronailos with a deep expression of grief on his face. His long white hair wobbled in the sharp and cold wind and his silver skin glittered in the … Continue reading The pain of Mehron, the grand warden of the north. Jalten short stories #2

Forging of humanity

And so, Amtor stepped forth and gazed upon the broken lands of the west. He stared and the broken souls of the Charitan warriors and for a moment, he grieved. Shinara walked to him and rested her hand on his bleeding shoulder, giving him a smile, comforting him in his pain. Amtor then walked. The … Continue reading Forging of humanity