Kalaen

I have seen them, in my dreams, in the corners of my dark room. They watch me as I watch them. But I only see them out of the corner of my eyes, are they real or are they figments of my imagination? I can't tell or more like I won't tell. I hear them now right behind me, whispering dark thoughts and frightening truths to me. They tell me that what I know is false; that things are wrong, that world is not right. They say they need me to help but I fear to ask why. I can't move, they are all around me now, whispering dark truths and terrifying thoughts. I think to myself before I wake, "Is this reality or is this what hides inside?" When I wak

"How should I begin? I think it would be best to started when I first came in to being; I was born in the Age of Shadows. I had seen the fall of the Naymedo, the masters of  magic; I was actually a student of magic at the time, but it has been ages since then. I have lost many years but have truly lost none, I have been the same since the Darkening, and I have watched as the world changes around me and I do not. It seems that my magic saved me from destruction only to trap me forever in a living body. Each time I am killed or die I appear somewhere else in the world as a new person but with all the memories of my past lives. It is a