The Tribe of Manah
One, a youth, cast into the silent darkness.
Two, a maiden, unwillingly given the power of a serpent.
Three, a young man, recipient of nothing and everything.
Multiple tales, interwoven through fate. Theirs is a tale that has its roots in Pax Manah.
A tale that began and ultimately ends with three. One hand to seek true power, two hands to seek their futile revenge and three hands to seek the harmonious convergence.
“If we are the products of our forefather’s delusions of grandeur, then I fear for our future.” Unknown