The beginning of my taleWell here I am looks like the end of the line but who knows Ive gotten out of worse situations, to be on the safe side though Im going to tell you all a little story Im going to tell you my story
Year 1426 BC (roughly)
I spent along time in my home clearing the dead giving them proper burials it was the least I could do after I had failed to protect them, weeks passed, could have been months keeping track of time wasnt my top priority. I would just lay on the ground staring at the sky for days on end thinking, eventually I made up my mind Id have to go after the remains of the force that had attacked us. There was just one problem I had no idea where they had gone and they had a huge head start but my mind was made up I was going down to earth and I was finishing the job no matter the odds.
I had the misfortune of touching down in America (Magic had never been my strong suit and my aim was even worse) a continent that wouldnt be discovered for a