Lonthide (Asther)

   Hello, this is Ecrys. So the midterms are over and I'm enjoying the little time I have until another project comes up.
   I was a little bored of playing GG2, so I decided to scribble a little. This is the result. I enjoyed writing it, I hope you (Anyone out there?) will enjoy reading it. It's a short text, for now. More of it will come as the time goes by. Although I can't promise anything. It could be another 'Stories From GhostlyWorks' incident where I don't care enough to continue a story because I simply lose my interest in it.

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Lonthide

   Wul'raen 19, 3E340

      This is the journal of the last justiciar alive...
     Sense of time gradually fades away, the longer I spend my time in this wretched place. I believe that today is the nineteenth day of Wintercall, and the fifth week of my imprisonment in this god forsaken land, Lonthide...
      It all started on the night of Luneea fifteenth. An army of undead have assaulted Daegnon, the city that is named after the valiant Prime of Light. The army was under the command of Khor, the great descendant of Hrocnar the Damned himself. It was a grim battle, no, it was a slaughter.
      The morning of that horrid day, Agon and I have arrived at the city gates, after a three days journey, completely exhausted with thirst and fatigue. Scaling the mountains of Khalanod was no easy task for anyone to achieve, as it was not meant to be a gateway, but rather an obstacle, towards the valley of Galandreim.
     I united with a couple of old friends and companions there, such as Aneth, and Trea. But Ecrys, Clydia or Crell was nowhere to be seen, and I knew that Aldren had returned to Ashlands. The city had gone more quiet since the time I left.
    I must admit, despite my occasional unexplainable visions, I was utterly unaware of the danger until the moment it occured. Pure darkness and chaos... I, with my granted gift of elemental unity, endeavoured to steer the battle towards the favor of the city. Yet I didn't know that I must seek, find and secure the one crucial key that would cause imminent danger in the hands of the second lieutenant of the undead forces, Morph. But the time that I finally learned this, it was too late to prevent my demise... and if I fail now, it won't be just my fate that will be sealed due to my own fault.
     As cruel and grotesque it should sound, I'm afraid that the key I mentioned is a human. A little girl around the age of ten. That damned Morph, managed to break the seal between the plane Lonthide and our world. I only caught him and eliminated him right after the dark ritual was made. Soul of the girl was shattered, torn into pieces and spread through realities, condemned to be lost in eternal dream, as the price of breaking the seal, as long as the seal remains broken... The scarlet gateway to Lonthide was in front of me, and there was only one way to seal the gate back again and perhaps, hopefully, save the poor soul from eternal suffering in doing so. I dove into the plane without a moment of hesitation, and there begins my imprisonment in the crimson lands of Lonthide. I wonder what is Agon up to, since the time I had to leave him in such an unannounced fashion.
      This is the story of how I ended up in this eternal prison. I must continue my search after eight hours of sleep... and I should find another source of food and water. A water that doesn't taste like copper, or even blood, although I don't think that there is such a thing as clean water in Lonthide.
      If I ever believed that hell exists, I think Lonthide would be the first thing that comes to my mind. I'll explain why it is so, in detail, at a later time, possibly tomorrow. Goodbye for now, the non-existent reader.

Sincerely
Asther, the Justiciar of Light

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