Interlude
"And what makes you think this one will be any different, that it won't just die like all the others?"
The sound of serious voices was muffled like the sound of serious parents heard through piles of blankets in the winter, after children should have been too long asleep to hear. Snide skepticism drifted quietly on the voices, tickling tiny ears that perked at the sensation.
"Are you there?"
"No, no. No!" A more familiar voice joined into the conversation, a voice filled with excitement, eager to please. "Not 'it', sir, 'they'."
"I'm like the moon!"
"We won't be paying extra for two summoners, doctor. We only need one." It was
Hurry back. Warn the others. What on earth had he just seen? The was earth torn, cut deep down into the rocks below the moss, silver leaves sewn into steel spiders' webs, niches cut in the rocks and glowing with candles and figurines. Lofty candles towered toward the forest floor high above.
Back through the tunnel, over the rocks - he dropped his frostrock in the scramble to keep up with his father. That place: it felt like dragons, but more sinister. It felt like the candles had seen him. He heard thunder after him. There was no time to enjoy the forest, no time to step carefully around the spiders' webs, which he would respectfully not te
There was a time, long since forgotten by all but a few, when only the humans lived in the world. It was in those early ages that the Elar, the old race, first laid eyes on the universe of Solara. It was a good place, thriving with life, and the prospects of growth. To the Elar, who lived so long, the temptations of meddling in the affairs of a young world were great. Lovers of science, and the arts of technology, they saw great potential in the adaptability of the humans. They stooped down to teach them, coax them forward, show them how to control the things around them, and they ushered in a prosper
Interlude
"And what makes you think this one will be any different, that it won't just die like all the others?"
The sound of serious voices was muffled like the sound of serious parents heard through piles of blankets in the winter, after children should have been too long asleep to hear. Snide skepticism drifted quietly on the voices, tickling tiny ears that perked at the sensation.
"Are you there?"
"No, no. No!" A more familiar voice joined into the conversation, a voice filled with excitement, eager to please. "Not 'it', sir, 'they'."
"I'm like the moon!"
"We won't be paying extra for two summoners, doctor. We only need one." It was
Hurry back. Warn the others. What on earth had he just seen? The was earth torn, cut deep down into the rocks below the moss, silver leaves sewn into steel spiders' webs, niches cut in the rocks and glowing with candles and figurines. Lofty candles towered toward the forest floor high above.
Back through the tunnel, over the rocks - he dropped his frostrock in the scramble to keep up with his father. That place: it felt like dragons, but more sinister. It felt like the candles had seen him. He heard thunder after him. There was no time to enjoy the forest, no time to step carefully around the spiders' webs, which he would respectfully not te