RAGLAU'S CHRONICLES - The Wizard's Moon

My quill and parchments lie bare before me, entranced by the dancing lights as thunder and lightning illuminates the dark clouds of the wayward night¦

Many years of life prolonged by exposure to the eternal furnaces of the phoenix opened my eyes and given me wisdom more than any could ever imagine¦but not immortality. Through these words I shall pass on the knowledge of the ages when my soul is finally lifted from my weary frame, and my body finally rejoins the dust of the earth mother, continuing the never ending cycle of the known universe.

The first bolt of lightning is Ambross, highest among the immortals of Elysia, ever watching but never interferes. He has made us as what we are and he leaves us to decide our fates. The second bolt is Ansha, a thread of light that illuminates Asperah, our world. It is she who guides us in the paths of holiness and justice, preserving equity and coexistence among all races in this world. The third bolt that razes the fields is Gaul. For light can both illuminate and blind. Gaul, the dark immortal spirit whose sole purpose is for his Jourdain demons to rule above all, and his head crowned with Amross' glory. The fourth is Fyrh, shearing through the clouds. The golden dragon is the strong, powerful patron of progress, honor, and war. It is hard to believe that if it was not for his sacrifice, Asperah would not have been here and I would not be alive to tell of this tale.

The ages would pass, time and again and the legend of the phoenix shall be told and retold thousands of generations after my soul has passed away from the mortal realms. The heroes that rose and fell in battle defending what they held dear, the wars that passed and repeated itself to those who would not remember the grief they caused upon Asperah, the cries of joy and sorrow that wet the bare earth itself as blood stained the soil, the waters and the winds, the tale of our world, Asperah.