The light burned. With that, an instant froze and was permanently etched into Itto’s mind. Itto’s feet dug into the sand. He braced himself, unsure of what was transpiring. Surrounded by allies, Itto felt fear for their safety. He worried about this …
This was a memory that Itto would never have. Pratantus Sunwhisper dragged his feet through mud the color of burgundy. His every step just a little bit heavier as more crud and filth clung to his boots and his tread dug deeper into the soft ground. Every …
This was a memory that came to Itto often. Itto, now called Darkseer, pushed his feet through the crackling snow as he made his way back into the citadel of the Order of Hieronios. His broad shoulders were wrapped in a thick cloak, but they still …
This was a moment that shone brightly in the fog of time. Itto Shamebearer dragged his feet through the soft dirt. The hot sun beat down about his exposed back. Slightly sweet beads of sweat dripped down his pale green skin. His muscles flexed as he …
It happened long ago, like a half remembered dream. Itto Shamebearer stepped slowly into the chamber. His bare feet dragged the sand that covered the floor. Before him was a large room with four of the ten torches lit. A harsh wind rushed through the …