The Tale of the Seer
I am continually astounded at the trust you all put in me. If you only knew the truth of who I am . . . or what I am . . . you would perhaps cease to listen. But it is now time for all bandages to be torn off for the sake of the body’s health.
My name, Derzhava, means “power” in an ancient tongue. It is not my name. My true name would mean little to any of you, but it was once a rallying cry, of sorts. You see, I come from a time so ancient to all of you that it is no longer even remembered, either in tales or in histories.
How can that be, you ask?
You already know that the boundaries between Realms have been shattering because of the Raven. My own Realm is one not only distant in the count of days traveled, but in the count of millennia gone by. I am of the first
