
A land of war.
Seemingly endless wastelands of scorched earth, with just hints of burned tree trunks - black and crisp, so the wind can chip away at them and the last memories of a home were soon be forgotten.
The land of war could barely remember what it felt like to feel cold and happy and sated and safe.
Sitting on top of a hill, Morn looked down at her home and made a promise right then and there to end this war and return peace to her land.
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After years of endless sieges, ruthless attacks and more battles than a single soul can count, Morn got struck by their enemy and lost her sight.
With no chances of returning to the battlefield ever again, guilt and shame built up inside her.
It was then, that a soft whisper from above the clouds or below the sea or maybe within her soul told her to follow the scent of
hope.
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After going through barren wasteland for a seemingly endless amount of time, Morn immediately noticed once she was close to something else.
It smelled almost
wet and
fresh - two smells that she didn't think would still exist in this world.
She almost got lost in the forest, tripping over plants and rocks, but found help in a little creature named
Nyr who became her guide towards hope.
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Her hope seemed to be a
little dragon druid who managed to heal her battle wounds, but her hope was soon shattered, as they couldn't restore her sight.
What good did it do to keep on hoping now?
Morn gave up.
And then darkness consumed her.
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Little did Morn know that the little dragon lived next to a god's shrine.
A god who heard her heart's plea and cured all the darkness in return for a
sacrifice.
Once she awoke, she could feel a sliver of magic remaining inside her as she looked around and could finally see again.
The sacrifice she had to give was to fulfill a promise.
A promise to end this war and return peace to her land.And as Morn returned to the land of war, her eyes burned as bright as her will to make this happen.
If there's anything else you'd like an explanation for, just ask.