A Return
From Atlantic Roleplay Wiki
Title: A Return
Author: Stephanos
Time is a strange thing, both nothing and everything. It defines where and who we are by its progress, and with dial and clockwork we too define it... but it is the greater power, for it cares not for definition nor for company, flowing on without us.
And so it has here in Sosaria. In years past, I walked these lands, my quill ever moving from inkpot to page. Philosophy, poetry, history, all went from pen to paper, the shelves of grand libraries weighted with my words, from those works conversations had with strangers, frienships forged.
Yet a time came when rest was required, solitude for thought, contemplation of the myriad fears and tribulations inescapable by those who breathe. And in my absence... time flowed on.
Friends have faded, new voices have risen in the literary sphere. The name of Stephanos, known to few, now known to none. But where are my texts, I wonder? Have time's waters been a storm which rent them asunder in its passing? Or a gentle flow which has left them on the banks to be found?