Have you found the armour yet? Red, scarlet, crimson, glittering ruby-like metal that turns aside almost all blades?
No? Yes? Hard to remember the difference. You will find them, so you have found them? Is time static to you?
I am in the room again. Cushions, lace, cloth and gemstones. Shining, sparkling, pretty sights to see. People stare through the lattice, waiting for me to say something, yet I do not know what they want to hear.
I am in the chamber as Rasthin offers the others a chance to become something more. To bond with elements, to transcend not to godly heights, but primordial forces in tune with the world. Lacrussa, my sister, asks me to join them, but I have already seen how this ends. I tell her I will miss her, she does not understand. Brakka and Avisk salivate over power, Rasthin sneers knowing the hold she will have over them forever.
I miss them. Will miss them. I have never met them.
Kuldra hatches from her egg, and I know she will kill everyone. She is innocent, she is guilty, a monster forged by fate. I see my sister dissect Kuldra’s mate, as Kuldra daintily takes a treat from my hand. A gentle beast, destined to destroy us all.
I write this journal as you find this journal. You are here to kill Kuldra, have killed Kuldra, will kill her again.
Ashenfall will heal. Has healed. Will be destroyed.