I sit and wait for morning as I write these notes.a group of undead search for me beyond wall .there the cities burn and our fed to there gods in a other realm .
I believe all is not lost .above the streets.a silver streak never leaves sky.a plot is unfolding will the creatures of the past return warriors bound by sword .I call them creatures but they are not more than mortal warriors lost or drifting from sight .I am one that is how I know they exist.
i sit strapping sword to hand before the Dawn's light pierces mirror giving me signs it's safe to leave.the fires have stopped now .I'm afraid its morning without sun.


Catherine the beatifull .before dragon birth 2026