Cold Truth

By the light of the moon we would sit by the shore and listen as the waves rolled in, the steady pulsing tide having quite the soothing effect. In the summer, you could close your eyes and breathe in deep the sea air. You could almost taste the tang of salt with every breath. In the springtime, fragrant flowers bloom a bit away from the shoreline, the sweet aroma of the flowers mixing with that sharp salt scent. In the sky, the birds wheel, hunting for game, or just soaring on the wind.  Their cries split the air and reverberate over the hills.
I can close my eyes and remember it all, even now. The keen sharpness of the air in Autumn when the storm winds begin to blow and the seas became wild.  A harsh mistress she is, and yet you cannot help but love her.  She gives life of her own, just as she claims life.  All those who live near the sea are keenly aware of this, and though we are long gone from sandy shores she stays with us still, singing the siren song of yesterday when brave adventurers sailed the stormy seas, and tempted fate with every bold voyage…
(Translated from the Elder Runes)

You will want to view the books in Full Screen mode to read them. Of course, this being DragonFable, it won’t be as simple as that. You might need to find help in deciphering the books in this quest. I will say this; the key to defeating Nivalis is hidden somewhere in one of the books. The first player who finds the secret to defeating Nivalis and posts it on the forums (Spoilers please) will receive a reward. Hint: It’s a bit easier to read full screen.

It is through the eyes of memory that we can capture such an image, one once held, even if briefly, that stays with you throughout your life. As I write this quest, it is through those eyes that I see… eyes that see back across the years.
As a youth, I spent a couple of summers living near a beach. I went there with my friends as often as I could.  In writing this portion of the Nivalis story, I suppose I’m telling a little of my own past. Those summers were magical; in those days we would live forever, the summers evenings lasted for hours, and youthful vigor carried us through our own little piracies.


Just my thoughts.  
Eric Greydawn