Before you is a meticulously crafted archive of records referring to the most primitive history of Laves.  I have sought to assemble together as many notes and epics from traditions and accounts to produce a more or less finished work.  Forgive me but for the purpose of completeness I have taken liberties to introject my insight into […]


The Tablet Of The Shadows Of Light Such a wicked little adventure I am about to commit. Here upon this tablet I shall scribe what I appreciate of works kept undiscovered to you mortals. If you have found this I have permitted you a forbidden secret, one which I propose it best not to read. […]


If you have not read the previous chapter you may want to read that one first. Click the button below to be taken to the previous chapter. Chapter 12 The redwood study has various books strung about the walls. The lighting is warm and cozy while it battles against the cool winter blues from the […]


If you have not read the previous chapter you may want to read that one first. Click the button below to be taken to the previous chapter. Chapter 11 The morning rays of light peek over the dark cityscape. Apricot runs along a sidewalk, her backpack skipping with each step. As the early traffic passes […]


If you have not read the previous chapter you may want to read that one first. Click the button below to be taken to the previous chapter. Chapter 10 Woman Claims To Have Caused The Blue Ash Crisis “This entry is rousing. We received a letter from a Chino Tokuma who claims to have worked […]


If you have not read the previous chapter you may want to read that one first. Click the button below to be taken to the previous chapter. Chapter 8 “Finally.“ Apricot says to herself looking at a crown and pitchfork spray painted on the sidewalk. The tail end points toward a dirty looking worn down […]


If you have not read the previous chapter you may want to read that one first. Click the button below to be taken to the previous chapter. Chapter 8 The wooden gate opens with the tug of Apricot’s pale hand. Cars and well-kept shrubbery line her streets around the Signa family home. The shadows from […]