Part Four Ithia

The Yaldrin healers of Ithia, have answered the cry for aid.

Their sacred mountains are now filled with makeshift infirmaries, desperately trying to salvage what is left of the lives ravaged by The Silliands and Ammord. The once peaceful rivers that flowed with healing waters now run crimson with the blood of exhausted warriors and displaced refugees from all corners of these war-torn realms. With their hands aglow in a divine sapphire light, they tirelessly tend to both physical wounds and shattered minds. Yet even their most skilled healers cannot save them all. Too many arrive at death’s door, drained by The Silliands’ insidious poisons or driven mad by the dark sorcery of Ammord.

Ithia has never seen such devastation.

As the cries of the fallen echo around me, I etch these words onto parchment with trembling hands. I plead for the day the realms will see the dawn of peace, but fear it may never come.

An excerpt from the true, unaltered account of our history, written into The Stories