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Xerathel Where the magic of song is not jailed in the obscurity of metaphor.

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Author's Note

"To begin, this is the most true account of all things which I, Blisse Dona, have experienced. In this account I will document the cultures, phenomena, and individuals in which I have deigned important to immortalize in the written word. This information is verifiable only by my many travelling companions, many of which whom have since perished, and those who still live. I strive to impart to the world the most complete text which can accurately prescribe the fantastic goings on of our world by which we live in.

My research has been gathered from multiple sources. First hand accounts written by me or by the denizens of the world, second hand lore gathered through writings or found artifacts, and third hand histories passed down to the modern generations through myth or legend.

I have titled this text, The Children of the Dust as a means of encompassing all peoples no matter their origin. If any one of you have dared cross the path of the great Titans which walk our world amongst us, you would know from where that phrasing originates. I felt it most fitting in the context which I transcribed these words, and hope that you, the reader, will too.

Below you will notice that I have also transcribed the calendar of Urthemian, my home. Due to my many travels, this calendar has been largely adopted by the major civilizations which I have stumbled upon. This calendar will aid you in the many dates which I have noted in many of my entries regarding historical happenings. I hope you, reader will find it as useful as I.

As you read the many things which I have written, please think yourself one thought. No matter the stark differences between the histories, the people, and the things which inhabit Xerathel, remember to yourself that we are all one people sharing our little lives on our little world.

Yours truly,

Blisse"