Chessarra's Tale

by Sylmae Talila

Chessarra Mae'iryn has lived her entire 120 years in West Harbor, alongside her foster father. She's seen many people be born and die, and after a while, she distanced herself from everyone to avoid the feelings of sadness this fact brought to her. She has grown cold and calculated. She does not yet realize that her quiet life in the Mere will soon come to a startling end.

Darkness.

The world had fallen away, the lands receded, the oceans dried up, the trees burned, the animals died in fits of sickness. Stirs can be heard within the darkness.

Red.

Red eyes. Closed, not ready to open yet, to reveal themselves. Locks of silvery white, like that of snow on a dead, moonlight midnight. A hand reaches out within the darkness, grasping for something which was not there.

Light.

A light glints within the shadow, pale, weak. But there. The dark hand reaches for it, almost instinctively. Grasping it, the light is extinguished and the shadows undisturbed once more.

"You who bear the scars of the past, know that the shadows will rise again. Know that the world will forever be plunged into darkness and death. Know also that you cannot stop it alone."

The eyes open, red pearls within the never ending shadow..