Everyone Dies. It Is How One Lives

The Gods Of The Realms Are Many And Varied -- Or They Are The Many And Varied Names And Identities Tagged Onto The Same Being. I Know Not -- And Care Not -- Which.

As I Became A Creature Of The Empty Tunnels, Survival Became Easier And More Difficult All At Once. I Gained In The Physical Skills And Experience Necessary To Live On. I Could Defeat Almost Anything That Wandered Into My Chosen Domain. It Did Not Take Me Long, However, To Discover One Nemesis That I Could Neither Defeat Nor Flee. It Followed Me Wherever I Went - Indeed, The Farther I Ran, The More It Closed In Around Me. My Enemy Was Solitude, The Interminable, Incessant Silence Of Hushed Corridors.

A World Without Dragons Is A World Not Worth Living In.

Here's The Thing, For Me At Least: This Is A Huge Genre Now. It Wasn't Always So. Not So Many Years Ago, It Wasn't So. There Is A Tremendous Diversity In Fantasy Today.

We Need To Be Reminded Sometimes That A Sunrise Last But A Few Minutes. But Its Beauty Can Burn In Our Hearts Eternally.