Zoe Tzimiska's Journal

[IKeepForgettingMyUserName]

I have been dreaming of late of Ibithal and the fall. The long siege. Living anew the deaths of my parents. The curses born by my brothers. The breaking of our servants. The destruction of those who were once my people. Before spiral descent and rebirth.

A shifting step through the gate was enough to live it all again. Her distant words on the wind carrying meaning anew.

A Dream. A Mother. And a White Spear.

What else have I forgotten?