CHAPTER 1
You exit the forest. Before you: a wide open plainage....Now you can see: two great forests; drowned out in a sea of rock;
It is so that you move eastwards; circling the plainage; you see behind you a river, Raasantii...but how can this be? It is not long...indeed the way is shorter than it seems; the river bulges out against itself; against the other river...Oaasantii...Then the other way is...Mildrich...but these rivers have no nascent...where are they springing up from? Now you see...the waters from the river of Ra are clearer...but it seems like it is losing. Losing to a dark deluge from both ways.
You know it has to be done; you take the blade from your belt: and plunge it deep into your stomach! "Sleipnir!" It is not long after you fall flat...the world becoming dark...
..You are climbing up the river...The world has become...the world is no more! It is now only the river...and you...You climb...upon rocks of blood!
But it is only for a few moments...still so far away? So short...the path is so short! You're already here...! No...you were already here...from the beginning!
You plunge the sword deep, once more...Sleipnir...! and the world has returned to normalcy...You are atop a hill overlooking another...a dark tower looms like a spider over the vista...clouds eat away at it...deep thunder clouds of green lightning....Mildrich!
The world...is thin...like a strand of hair! It bulges out...deeply! But now you see: the tower upon Aasantii is no more than a lesser tower; obscured away with an illusion; a greater tower! One that reaches the ceiling...and deeply drinks from it...
But you see Aasantii before you; and upon the hill Mirasantii: The Tower of Black Plates!