The darkness that intends to envelop our world is not one made by man or by those who these so-called prophetic thoughts dwell on. It rises and falls on the breath of Eldvar, though just beyond touch at all times. We who use magic have felt that power at the edges of our waking minds, but have no grasp of what it would do to us if the floodgates open. None of us can face this, not even those who my dreams tremble in fear of. This is the legacy I do not want to leave for those after me. I seek to avoid the pain and desolation that my discoveries could cause. I opened those doors a hair and saw my own doom. This is why I now dream for a way to save others from what I saw coming. Let the darkness take me, but spare the world. - Excerpt from the lost prophecies of Turess Pushing on at a pace that made his hip ache, which tended to happen after hiking too long, Estin tried not to be left behind by Feanne and On’esquin.
