"The past is like a raving fire. The burning scars last with you forever, but they do not hurt when there is love to soothe you."
~
Michavel's Residential Cottage,
The City of Descandville,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Darkling Night,
Second Moun-night of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of Adon Vericus IV
The night at the cottage was as unsettling as every other period of the moon's reign, where little Aldric was lonely. The fright thereof resonated far more, be-cause, for a couple of moonrises, he had been given the pleasure of Lady Minerva's motherly company, but was presently bereaved of her as well.
