I am the Chronicler. The Keeper of the Threshold. Watcher of Worlds. The Witness.
I have existed for longer than most remember and my name still echoes through time. I exist outside of time, dwelling between the Veils that separate one world from the next.
I see through the Veiled Realms, capturing glimpses of the realm between waking and death where some can still walk and haunt your dreams.
I see the Echo, where unclaimed souls drift eternally.
I have watched the Blood Rivers flow through Velithor.
I respect that realm, but keep my distance; just as I do for Myrath, where the Primordial Elemental forces still churn in their pure, undiluted forms.
I have wandered the land of Ethecorra, unseen to all, and bearing witness to all. I have seen the stones that mark sacred edges.
I have watched forests grow wild. I have seen those who love and those who hate.
I have seen a power shift between hands, passed from father to son. I have watched the sunrise in the east and the sunset in the west.
I watched the scribing of the sacred texts and then witnessed them as they were burnt or buried.
I have watched buildings rise towards the sky. I have seen cities rise from ash.
I have watched the lives of ordinary people go about their ordinary lives. I have seen the powerful crumble beneath their own desires.
I have seen the fire of Wild Blood, called to make change. I have watched as prophecy after prophecy was written dancing on the edges of sanity.
I have witnessed grief, loss and pain.
I have seen men go to war over nothing but a lie. I have traced family lineages over the years, the centuries, and seen what they have become.
I witnessed the birth of the world.
I now share these stories with you.
Some are old, spoken in whispers around the fire. Others are young, raw and still aching.
Some are still to be written, the lives of those in the stories yet to be lived, their endings unknown.
But all are sacred. All are worthy of being told.
~ Nerien.