Story Branch
I
do
not
often
speak
of
that
time,
for
dark
are
the
memories
and
vivid
is
the
pain
of
their
recalling.
Nevertheless,
I
am
compelled
to
commit
them
to
parchment,
for
much
suffering
could
have
been
saved
if
those
in
control
had
behaved
differently
and
it
is
my
sincere
hope
that
the
learnings
from
these
stories
could
one
day
avert
disaster
when
the
seasons
turn
again
as
they
inevitably
will.
[p]
It
began
in
the
early
days
of
the
Crimson
Year,
when
the
skies
took
on
a
hue
of
foreboding
and
the
winds
carried
whispers
of