The paths we walk… laid before just ourselves. Sometimes paths merge other times they depart. It is a lonely road when others depart for the distant hills. Dust stained boots, travel worn, trodden down Fates grim path. I dream this, I see myself, alone. The last sun shining dimly for the glory of my blood family.     The trail led me to the gathering of the Tears in Fuselight, I was drawn for company, it had been so long. The ever present elves were there, Lockon and Mayune I most noticed,…See More