The One Who Shall

Through every dark tunnel, we get a torch that is hope. For Maira, her torch is dwindling, and it seems as though the world is doing everything in its power to put it out, regardless of if she yearns for it to burn bright. Everything in this world tells a story. People may die, and time may pass, slowly burying the tales of what once was. But what is forgotten is not always lost. Hidden beneath stones, no soul would bother to check. Waiting upon the day someone worthy, with the capacity to do what so many chose not to do, would flip that rock. But some stones are better left unturned. *This is a beta version*