
Time is crucial, and it's stealing my life with every passing second – draining it dry.
I don't have long to write this, as it's already inside.
It's lingering, yet, spreading like smoke.
I cannot stop it - my fate.
The walls vibrate with its hissing and scales slithering against the flooring underneath the silk oak door. The burning embers suddenly corrupts my arms, increasing the painful tension in my muscles.
If I am to succeed in saving them, then I must leave the barrier to protect the shard.
I must travel to Earth.
No-one must know of my brutal betrayal.
Lyth and Tyth won't even know despite being my most adored companions. I have no choice but to leave my home and family, saving them and their world that they’ve worked millenniums to build.
Selfish for my lies, yet, how many lives will I save? Earth's humans will never know of my sacrifice, nor will Mavestigca's population.
It's outside the silk oak door now... It knows 'm in here.
This is my last goodbye to all my beloved subjects.
Yours Truly, Mavian
Come, live my story. For it's now yours as well.
