.....Early in the afternoon, a figure leaned his staff against the wall, carrying his aged and decrepit form the few remaining steps to his bed. He sat at its edge, and let out a weak sigh, listening as it faded into the waves outside.

....."For so long, we have had this peace," He said to himself, "For so long we have basked in the light of the Great Spirit's grace, freed from the plagues that once ravaged our lands... but still, I cannot shake it, this feeling of dread and terror still haunts me, after all these millennia. Could they return? Could we, even now, be standing at the precipice, blindly marching toward the abyss?"

.....He sighed again, and a hand unseen, cloaked in darkness and guided by malice, reached toward him.