["After a moonlit night three small elven ships were drifting into the nameless
sea beyond the eastern shores, over and into molten silver touched by the
crimson of a bloodsoaked sunset. They carried a fallen Elf-Queen,
one young dwarf but also the brother of the Islander, cleansed and redeemed in
the very last moments before his death. People all across the Realms rose from
tyranny with merry laughter, the fauns of the Northern Woods once more played
their piping flutes, the highland folk dared once more travel with wooden carts
to trade with their kinsmen of the west — but while most had lost something and
gained so very much, the Islander now had lost everything. And so he came to
wander. He wandered for weeks. He wandered for years, always to the south
Ever to the south…"
Excerpts from «The Islander, First Book» by Elsydeon Le’erevan ANNO CIXLII A.W.
F II]
Someday you’ll see
Forever I’m yours
Once more we’ll be
On the Ivory Shores