"Forgotten memories that return are the kind that embraces the heart with the intent of joy, but to he who has lost too many loved ones, it is a living nightmare."
~Tasmiya Shaik
Harmony. It was what the young Lord's heart yearned for. Peace, and prosperity for his people. For those whom he loved, the warriors he called friends, and brothers. Such wanton bliss was but a fantastical thing, yet his resolve to achieve it did not waver. Here where the land was covered in white, grainy sand, the gentle waves washed ashore to cool his feet where he stood an ankle-depth on the shoreline. Tiny creatures traveled with the water's grace, some that were soft, and slimey had clung to his feet, only to be welcomed back into the ocean with the returning wave, others sauntered by to go where they willed along the white sands.
