The Shore Speaks

For my daily duty to the Island of Lybr, I had been named Voyager. For years, it had fallen to me to ascend the mountain each yawning dawn; my burden to gather the Boundless Flame from the Forever Tree; my sole purpose to shoulder the kindling back to my people. It was vital, this task. Without the Boundless Flame, the village would be consumed by nightfall's shroud. This, I'd been told, would end us. For the Evil Things lived in that darkling shroud... This is Shepherd Bridge, a vessel of story