What can be said about a dream, captured with ink and tied to old parchment? Only the author knows in full the every fluid detail of what he has seen. Here is my puzzle of Averelia, for it is a dream enslaved to pen and paper.
Here, as in our world, all was created by the breath of the Maker. Light and water danced in the great nothing, until life was made, and in the beautiful unmarred lands mankind was born of the Creator's will. Yet a story is nothing without strife, and strife was born of pride. The greatest of lights, a created thing, longed to be greater even than the Creator. In his rebellion his light was taken, for light in Averelia is the Maker's mark. He became a shadow, slithering in the darkness of a newly broken land. The south of the world was burnt black and thrust into a permanent night. There the Shadows dwell. Yet in the beautiful North live men and women of all kinds. The Keepers watch over the four clans of Aranok, Tesel, Yaval, and Medaln, and peace has at last come to the once warring peoples; the first peace since the Shadows rebelled.
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