Crumpled Page

In a secluded nook of the library, hidden behind seemingly endless corridors of shelves, is a small file, tucked away. It's very thin, and surely it can't hold much - but it is intriguing in its own right. Opening the file, there's a single paper held inside. Torn on one edge, as though ripped from a book, crumpled and worn, seemingly tossed away by those who had deemed it invaluable. Yet the ink in which the tiny, scrawled script is written hasn't faded in the years, decades, and possibly millenia that this page has seen. Written in an ancient language that you can somehow understant, this page contains a story, of ages and beings long past.

Item type

Book / Document

Aithreal was a wise man. He was lonely, though, and he wanted company. He spent his days sitting around, doing nothing, simply drinking in the sights of what others put their minds to. This was how he met Uthred, a wondrous woman. She was creative, exciting, energetic. She was everything that Aithreal could ever hope for. And to her, Aithreal was a reprieve from the noise of her own. The two clicked immediately, becoming close friends and soon lovers. Their story lasted what could be described as eternities, Uthred's energy uplifting Aithreal, and Aithreal's wisdom keeping Uthred grounded.

But the two grew old and weary, and could not continue their youthen escapades for much longer. It came time for them to rest and retire, for them to be granted a repose. But they wanted their legacy to live on, and so decided to start a family. They had twins, and twins again. Each set of twins would mirror the likeness of their parents; one would take after Aithreal, and one after Uthred. Each pair of twins had to learn from their parents how to work together, how to use each other's strengths to uplift their own weaknesses, how to work together to form something greater. And as each pair grew up, they left their parents' guidance, and they went to make their own way.

Aithreal and Uthred decided they no longer needed to play an active role in their children's lives. Each grown pair of twins had become successful beyond their dreams, their youngest looking up to each of their older siblings. And so the two decided to take a step back, become the watchers of the many lives they knew their children would effect. Never taking a part, but always there, treasuring them.

The youngest twins - Ouribar and Ansesai - were thus left on their own to learn and to grow. Their siblings had all drifted far away from their home, and they had no guidance in their own lives. They began fighting, not knowing how to work together as their siblings had been taught. Ouribar would destroy everything Ansesai ever made in a fit of rage, and she would keep working on all her projects despite him. She would pick up the broken pieces of what he would brazenly cast away, and he would only be more enraged. Where most of their siblings had grown together in their childhoods, Ouribar and Ansesai only grew further apart.

Eventually, Ansesai decided that she'd had enough. She yelled at her twin brother, telling him to stay away. He got mad, and yelled back, saying that her crafts weren't worth the time she spent on them, and that he was doing her a favour by destroying them. Eventually, she pushed him outside and shut the door, locking him away from their home. She was free to working her crafts, stuffing the house full of every tiny little project she wanted to work on. And as the house became crowded, Ouribar would never stop circling the house, looking through the windows, and trying to find a way back in.