And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs, sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see.
Many things led to this day, for all of us. A forgotten son, a vengeful mother, a brother with a long shadow, a strange mutation. Together they've written a tragedy.
"I see a world on the edge of a blade. Without balance, it will fall."
Flame and shadow. One cannot exist without the other.
