The Elgrys Diaries, Part 1
The evening had started to seep into the clouds that never parted. In the world in which I was born, night would herald its arrival by painting the skies orange, then red and finally dark purple. The sun would drown into the Evrian ocean like an ecstatic convert baptized in its waters, then resurface behind the Nameless Mountains bordering my hometown. I still hadn’t gotten entirely used to how different things were in this world. With no exceptions, every evening here came without fanfare, as a slow, colorless descent from muted, greenish shades of milky daylight to complete darkness. Whatever source of light behind that persistently overcast sky illuminated this place, it just seemed to fade in brightness come nightfall, then return every morning. There were no sunrises or sunsets in the Palefields. I was sitting by one of the campfires our expedition had set up and talking with some of the footmen. The day had been one of monotony and toil in equal measure, so the topic of the conve...