Always Moving

I’ve been roaming around the world for as long as I remember. I’ve walked the snowy plains of the north, and I’ve swam across all the seas you know. I’ve tasted the gritty desert sands and swayed with the ancient trees in the taiga...

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The Sunder

Fifty seasons had passed since the end of The Sunder. Memories of the long civil war twisted my dreams into horrid shapes, until I only slept a few hours a night. The memories were part of me, though my old body and mind refused to accept them.