Well, well, look who's arrived.
Yes, you, Dear reader. Don't be shy — you've stepped into a story far older than you realize.
Countless worlds drift about in the endless dark, each with its own beginnings and endings. Some burn bright, others vanish without a trace. But ours… ours begins in a place called Kraaga. Ever heard of it? No? Of course not.
Most haven't.
Kraaga is curious, you see. A world of beginnings — but beginnings of what? That's the fun part. Some say it's a cradle, others whisper it's a grave. The truth? Even I, Time itself, won't spoil it for you. Where's the adventure in that?
What I can tell you is this: Kraaga is not a place where humans sit on the throne of creation. Oh no, they're just one flavor among many. Beasts crawl in the shadows, tribes lurk beneath the seas, and powers stir that can bend the flow of the world with a flick of the hand.
Scary? Perhaps. Exciting? Definitely.
And today, our little tale begins on a morning that seemed ordinary enough. A ship of pirates. A net cast into waters far too deep. A catch they never expected…
But hush. I've said enough.
Ahh, reader, lean close. The sea smells like salt, rot, and old rum tonight.