Memories.

A soft barrens night. Fresh sea breeze moving the palm leaves on the sand shore. Reflections of the moon in the sea. Stars shining brightly through the clean air.

A hooded figure sitting on the shore, his fingers playing with the water in a slow motion.

Sighing heavily, he stood up, leaning on his old staff, its glow faded over years of usage. Looking into the distance, with the stars reflecting in his eyes, he dreamed, letting the memories of the past flash through his mind...




Reaching for his forehead, the orc wiped the sweat away. Sighing one more time, he stretched his shoulders. His sight went from dreamy to stern, and movements gained sharpness. If anybody was looking at him at this moment, there would be an impression, that the orc took a certain decision for himself. Squinting at the island in the distance, the orc lifted his bag from the ground, and took out the book of Seven Portals. Turning around so swiftly, that the white cloak soared upwards, the orc began walking over the seashore, leaving huge footprints on the wet sand.

His eyes brighter and brighter blazing with white flame as he moved towards the shallow water, leading to the island ahead...

Just watched all three parts, very interesting indeed.

To be honoest Mira/starrok.... I miss the old TLW days..