A. Enders

you reach the ruins and stare up at them, towering over you. runes are engraved into the stone, though it is hard to make some out. age and weather have worn them away, erasing some completely. the wind whistles through the worn stone, and you follow its pathway, wondering where you could be going. you stand in the center of a circle of the ruins, a large stone in front of you. runes cover it, dancing in intricate patterns across its surface, and words form in the center of them all, A. Enders. a feather twirls in the wind, circling you once, then lifting high above you on the wind. the runes dance again, and the words disappear from sight, as you stare at it a moment longer. you shiver slightly as the wind blows cold from the north. you glance to its source, and all that greets you are the distant, cold, mountains. surrounding you are the trees of the forest. behind the mountains, you catch a glimpse of a far-off rainforest.

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A. Enders is (C) me, Elae. i drew the feather and made the bkg and bar. do not steal them or i will hunt you down.