#as i've written..

Entry #??? Age ??? Location: Amphoreus

Penned by: ???

The oldest stories are written in the stars. Stories before men and Titans, when the world was still enshrouded in the everlasting night. In that swallowing abyss, stars served as the droplets of hope, watching life sprout and live and die in the darkness. Tales speak of falling stars as tears the universe wept for the forgotten, cast away world and the same stars being the reason for Oronxy’s awakening when they jolted awake from the newborn concept of time. The fading silver trail of the star led Oronxy toward the outer reaches of Amphoreus.There, they materialized as the Evernight Veil and henceforth remained afar from humanity, quietly spending their time managing the fabric of time.

Stars within the night are no rare occurrence, although such a sight certainly heralded ill fortune to come, but during the day? A blazing wound in the sky that lasted for days and nights was a sight that sat unwell in the bellies of many. The elders named it not, and the scribes dared not ink its truth. The tear was swallowed by time, vanquished by forces unknown, but Aquila- guardian of the skies- never turned their gaze. Their eye, once free to wander, now lingered still upon the sacred ground of the Temple Tithemi, as if watching… waiting… for what once was to rise again.

By the grace of Talanton, the Temple stood undisturbed, its silence unbroken, save for the presence of a singular upholder of the law. The Titan of Law permits neither favoritism nor injustice, and as such they dealt with the matter in accordance to the laws they created. 

Executor of Justice, the stone statue contained within the temple Tithemi cast its cloak of stone for that of skin and flesh for matters presented to the divine law, setting matters right and punishing the ones that transgressed, righting the scales of justice when they had faltered. 

When the Heirs of Chrysos set forth on their fated journey to retrieve the Coreflame of Justice, they were met by an unyielding force- the Executor standing resolute in their path. With the weight of duty in her gaze, the guardian would not permit passage without due reasoning, demanding that the Heirs prove their worth before being granted entry. Aglaea, the Goldweaver, was present for the matter, but once the Coreflame was retrieved, the Executor had turned back to stone, consequently being left behind in the abandoned temple for years to come, presenting a sanctuary for fleeting souls seeking words of wisdom from the last guardian of Law.

As the black tide began its slow, relentless crawl across the lands, a wave of fear gripped the hearts of mortals. The people scattered, fleeing in desperate haste from the encroaching darkness, seeking refuge where they could. Yet, amidst the chaos, Temple Tithemi stood as a lone beacon- its ancient walls a sanctuary of light, untouched by the creeping doom. For a time, it was a symbol of hope, a place where the divine law held sway, and the people found solace beneath its hallowed roof.

But now, even that sacred sanctuary succumbs to the tide. The once-immovable stones tremble, and the temple’s towering spires, which once reached toward the heavens in defiance of the storm, are now being swallowed whole. The sacred grounds, once untouched by shadow, are no more than a distant memory, as the tide claims all in its path. What became of the Executor is unknown, lost to time and silence.

Yet Lady Aglaea believes the answer holds great importance for the Chrysos' heirs. She hopes to uncover the truth, knowing it may guide them on their journey.