Sorry, but after the burst of creativity I had in
writing the prologue and first chapter (and, yes,
the prologue answers almost all the questions about
the world they're in, and the characters of Boven 
the Grand Archmage, and N'akaaran, the Akiir), I've 
lost it. I have no direction from here. The story 
just petered out.

I apologize, but the story is gone. No more. Over.

The only thing I had was a vision of Mousse falling 
off one of the plateaus into the literally infinite, 
smoky depths below, and barely saving himself with 
his chains, although the others didn't know he 
survived. Beyond that, nothing.

So, I'm switching gears, finishing Desert Moon, and 
starting a MKR fanfic. 

Laters.


- Valandar the Red of the Empty Tankard
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