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Prologue: Aspers Legacy

  This is my last record before the Asperic Voice leaves me for good. My Sorcery has been tainted by age, and my hands can no longer hold firm a pen, let alone dip with a quill. My word is all that remains, so heed me well, boy. Remember this.

  They are foul beasts, those they call humans.

  They share the same grace to walk on two feet as us, but they are vile.

  They are nests for obnoxious pools of fear, madness and conviction. That's precisely why they journeyed from their own world and landed here.

  Fortune fell on them. They arrived just after the Inextinguishables brought about their own ruin, and found their own place in Ravi

  But why did they leave that wilderness where they had thrived for so long?

  Ha! You would never believe it, boy!

  One of their fowls spoke of a great, mysterious plague with terror shimmering in his eyes - a sickness that snatched even their strongest in the night and in the day. Their Shamans could not drive it away, so they gathered the able among them to venture here through forms of abominable Shamanry.

  But heed, boy! Heed the laughable hypocrisy!

  Fear, madness, conviction puppeteered them again. They fought amongst themselves for land and riches claimed mere centuries after they had settled on Ravi. Can you fathom this? They were no better than the Inextinguishables!

  But of course, they were not fools. After a time, before they thinned themselves to extinction, they signed pacts that forbade in-fighting, sealing them with abominable Shamanic Charms.

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  Indeed, boy. This was all before they Ascended.

  I shudder to think that Ravi rewarded them for the ceasefire. The timing was convenient. Just after their concessions, they happened upon a great treasure - a Helix and the mythical streams that poured from it. Of the five streams that flowed from this treasure in times before, only three remained , but the humans still gained a gift they did not ask for, let alone deserved.

  Each of them drank from a stream. I saw them cry, suffocated by boundless power.

  Bah! Humans breathing fire.

  Humans beating their large wings against our winds.

  Humans with scales harder than steel.

  I refuse to revere them as they demand. The Qin Asha. The Dragons...

  They are unworthy.

  Even the Mimada, the Coddled, those that drank from a different stream, I despise.

  I have seen their schemes. The same humanity pulls their lusts, and they are not satisfied that it is the Qin Asha who steer the lands now, marching stiff-nosed in the streets, sweltering pride burning from their gut. Literally!

  But mark my words, boy.

  This realm is bountiful.

  Different lands repel each other, and I say with dread, that we may just see a different age emerge before our eyes. For the greed of human souls in Dragon flesh forever grows, as does their arrogance.

  Sigh...

  Yes, boy. I hope you will watch for me. When your Asperic Voice clings to your tongue at that ripe age, rip it out, lest you attract 'them'. Watch and wait. I would like you to tell me the thrilling tale after you follow me into the darkness... hopefully many... many lifetimes... far into... the.... future.

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