Entry 16[A coloring depiction of a massive unicorn-helmed warrior arising from a body of water commands the page.
This is amidst a massive planar cycle, and a solitary observer at a hillock on the foreground.]From the echelons, she comes...
Of the epochs, she speaks.
For enigmas are known,
In eternity's throne.
Argali.
Maudlyn.
Argali!
Somebody...
Maudlyn!
ARGALI
MAUDLYN
Anybody...
Please,
save me.
All she could recall.. was the cheers and jeers of those who watched her and Morvayn in those pits.
It was all a game- despite the climes & portends here she was bearing arms against her very own.
Some sparring was never remiss~
They clashed as equals for a long time, each gaining a hand or a half over the other in any given span yet never finding a sure opening.
It was apparent neither were used to the rules of their current contest, yet they met with equal resolve to hazard a solution.
The elf was a rare sight- full of bravado and shouting her name like some foreign sensation.
Yet, when, their bout met with a lull, when the pair almost seemed to hesitate in their actions, the elf, Argali, yielded,
blessed her opponent, and made her way, wounded, from the arena. She was the only combatant to yield in the entire affair.
Argali, she called herself when she cut her opponent.
Argali, as she feinted and flourished.
Argali, as the arena grew bloody.
Argali, until she yielded,
and was Maudlyn once more.
The rains they
I remember the rain
I can remember the rain, and the bloom.
Do you remember?Remember who you are.-[Unlike most entries, there is no signature here.]