Final day, of the Last Age of Ram’Teal

I have no more strength in me to fight it anymore. I must finish writing this and then I'll be done. You can tell when it comes, the sound is terrifying, like animals screaming and things dying, as if the wailing of everyone who had perished in this damn war was combining into one macabre death cry.  

I felt it coming and got ready, gathering my power about myself and calling forth the words of old. I made a shield that could endure the most brutal of attacks, and even so I barely made it. Only my left leg was taken this time around, the one before this one. I lost most of my fingers on my left hand.

The iridescent walls of magic that circles around the world cares not for your loved ones or for your devotion, not anymore. It takes both father and son from homes should they have taken any part in the war.  I will be taken to, I imagine, after I'm done writing these words, I hope they reach you, whoever you are. Be better than we were.

It is vain to think that mere mortals can understand the thought process of gods and entities beyond our comprehension.  The horrors I have seen all these long years are but mere child’s play in comparison to the absolute alien terror that is to be annihilated by a relentless and omnipotent force that surely revels in the suffering of those lesser creatures who imprison it.

If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.

Nothing will remain after this. My wife was taken yesterday and my son a week before that. I was not strong enough to protect them, and my shields failed at a crucial moment. My beloved Calrissa vanished whole, and my son Tolehn lost half its body the first pass, and then the second took its buried remains. I take solace in the knowledge that I'll be joining them soon. 

I leave you this book, these notes and these spells for whoever finds them to use them sparingly and for good. Do not abuse magic, for it’s not a resource. Do not treat it harshly because it feels much like you do. Do not mistake its help for servitude. Do not seek eternal life. It calls forth the creatures that dwell beyond.

                                                                                                                              “Rowen Belthanders“