"That who was cast out by he who was once Lord, shall you seek redemption? In the spiraled and broken lands of Mourdinia, shall you take the trials?" The aged fire keeper slunk back in her ancient chair, creaking both bones and wood "Ah, but of course you will, you always have and will." She cackled, before her dry throat erupted her in a coughing fit.
"Heh…I suppose I shall play my part as I always have, and always shall, after all, it is part of our binding curse dearest forgotten one." From her fading and moth eaten red robes, the hag pulled out what seemed to be an eye, Except this eye was like a cat slit, the orb a white and swirling black, yet their was no pupil. "Stare into it once more, to see that which you once were." The being took the orb and began to stare at it. A wolfish grin appeared on the fire keepers face "And so it begins anew."
