--- AYMIAE, THE YEAR 779 ---

Something was wrong.

Something was terribly wrong.

But… Aymiae couldn’t tell what it might be.

She remembered… maybe getting to Yera? With Harrel? She remembered… maybe meeting up with Netun before that, he’d dropped some kid off at the Capital… maybe. She tried to stretch herself, but there was something wrong.

Something was terribly wrong.

There were gaps where there shouldn’t be gaps, there was pain where there shouldn’t be pain, and she was so tired. She drifted off again, conserving energy, waiting for something to give her life. But… she needed magical energy or blood, preferably both, no one would know to give her that.

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Something was wrong.

Aymi didn’t know what. Aymi didn’t know a lot of things as her mind slowly wandered through the holes in it.

All she could remember after getting to Yera was a betrayal that cut her to the core.

But she couldn’t for the life of her remember who might have betrayed her.

--- RUNESIGHT ---

In the end, you have to see things from my perspective. I'm the narrator, I’m the one who’s clouded lens you have the privilege and pain to see through.

And so ultimately, you need to be almost as confused about what I stumbled into as I was.

Welcome to my fourth life. A life of justice.