Edit: I will no longer be updating this story.  Verlasen was at peace. The races were no longer at war and monsters of legends laid in slumber. Yet peace was fickle. It was longlasting for the world as a whole, but ephemeral for the individuals within said world. Our story looks into those whose misfortune has piled together to send a ripple through the Verlasen. A dog catching a break. A spirit ever fleeting. A street rat within a church. A flower in glass. A lizard lost. And a bug flying towards the flame.