ooc: im back, praise da lord!!!^^ now, for my chars long (sorta), dramatic intro.^^
ic: acorna sat at the shoreline of drath`s river, watching the dark waters swhirl in it. it was a moonless night and she knew the transformation would happen soon. it would to every unarian, on this particular night. acorna wanted to be away from the world when it did, for she hated being seen in such a way.
slowly, the unarian girl lifted her head to see the vast land stretched out before her. far off in the distance, she could see the warp portals, glowing brightly, and further on, a city with all its tech. her people could live without tech, so why did other race depend on it? what good did it do?
maybe... acorna suddently thought, her silver pupils turning into slits, if we used tech our race wouldnt be disappearing so fast... the unarians, were the second or third race to roam the lands of fantysta, or so it was recorded. but now, the small tribe acorna belonged to was the last and was dying out fast...
acorna looked back down into the water, watching her reflection. the reflection wavered, then replaced itself with another image. acorna was so startled she jumped back, uttering a small gasp of suprise.
in the water was a picture of several people, those of fantysta, and the others.... she had not a clue. but this could only mean one thing...
the keys were being found...