I'm Master David Tait and I am 14 years old, writing a fantasy series on my iPod Touch called the Chronicles of Sepistania.
The Lyrish States of Southern Elavan, owned by the races of Nollos and Ayseys, were form in 3567 (Sepistanian year) of the 18th of Mare.
"There is no strength in wisdom, but yet there is no wisdom in strength".
I am man's friend, yet man's enemy, I have many tongues, yet no mouth, but I need to feed to stay alive I am as hot as the sun, but I am cold to the touch..
"If trees could speak they would be the wisest creatures to walk this earth".
Through waters deep and Mountains steep, We journey by sun bright or the dark of night, We see forests pass, and the path vanish fast, Our feet do not tire, we have no need of a fire.