Eldar elanessë,
son of the a great druid,
a man with great ideals,
seeing himself as destined to change the way of seeing life,
once a powerful mage throughout the Forgotten realm,
possessed by a craving for knowledge,
lately experimenting with time and dark arts,
rather for the greater than the good,
in his attempt to deceive time,
he imprisoned himself in time,
inventing the spell of imprisonment,
he became the legend known as Eldar Doomspell,
doomed forever being trapped in time,
emerged to this realm,
finding himself lying exhausted,
in the Paper cabin.
Waking up and realizing I can't even cast the most simplest spell known to me,
It soon comes to me that my spell must have worked,
but for what cost?
I immediately start searching for answers among the scrolls,
as I realize that whereever I'm or whats happened to me,
I need to continue what I started...
What time elapsed? Time. The question is time.
*Eldar Doomspell laughs at his own thought as he exits the door*