Herin follows the account of the last days of The Third Age of The Sun From The eyes of one... Prelude: In a dark glade far from anywhere, the dim moon cast a shady light upon the leaves. The ground was hard, like clay, and the trees seemed to struggle to sent out roots in the hard ground. A figure came into the clearing. He was old, with a great beard, and he was blind. He let off, however a felling of what once was, ancient power. He would have seemed all very mightly, but the fact he was a teensie broke the feeling down a bit. The old teensie stood there for what must have been an hour. Suddenly, his eyes fixed upn the other side of the clearing. He slowly walked towards it, stopping about 8 feet from the trees. A figure was in the shadows. He seemed to meld with the darkness, and one would think he wasnt there at all. The teensie raised a finger. "Ghershi doh no yerquiji Melch!" The figure was nonplussed, he began to walk forward, but the shadows seemed to come with him. "Reko iki hai!" The old teensie yelled, holding up his hand. A blue ball of light shone in it. The figure dashed forward grabbing the teensie by the head and extingushing the ball of light.The old teensie stuggled helplessly as the figure held him up. The old teensie screamed, then there was a sickening crack. The teensie hung limp in the figures grip. There was a sound like sand rushing thorough an hourglass, and the figure dropped the teensie with a little thud. He turned, and dissapeared into the dark of the forest.