No, I mean my hometown. Mist was a place of summoners, people who bring forth Eidolons and learn magic as naturally as some people learn how to walk. We kept to ourselves...but that didn't save us from tragedy.
When I was seven years old, two men were sent from the neighboring kingdom of Baron on the orders of their king, who feared our power. They slew my mother's dragon...which killed her, as well. Furthermore, the 'gift' he sent with them was actually a Carnelian Signet. When opened, it released a horde of Bombs throughout the town. In a very short span of time, the entire town was in flames.
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Date: 2010-10-13 11:28 pm (UTC)When I was seven years old, two men were sent from the neighboring kingdom of Baron on the orders of their king, who feared our power. They slew my mother's dragon...which killed her, as well. Furthermore, the 'gift' he sent with them was actually a Carnelian Signet. When opened, it released a horde of Bombs throughout the town. In a very short span of time, the entire town was in flames.