From the mists,I return.
I've kept the record of a parallel world since its first morning, and now I'm writing it into fiction. Free letters from the mists while the first book finds its way to you.
I've kept the record of a parallel world since its first morning, and now I'm writing it into fiction. Free letters from the mists while the first book finds its way to you.
Rowena Arianwen Pendragon
Witness to a world's whole life
The witness speaks
I watched her dance a world into being. I walked in that world for millennia.
I left this world a long time ago, in the years your histories call the beginning of the dark ages, when the groves were burning and my island took itself into the mist. Where the mist set us down, a goddess stood waiting on the beach. I walked in that world for millennia, writing down what the people living inside it told me. I was asked to carry all of it home when I was done.
Welcome to the world of Zemiya. It is time for you to meet her creation.
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“Those were dark days indeed, for no sun penetrated the mists. Dark were our thoughts as we floated in uncertainty that bordered on despair.”
Rowena Pendragon · A Tale of Two Travelers
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