Art by  nell demon
and Respectively



Every book tells a story. And every heart, every life, has a story they wish to share. Each book in the library of life tells the tale of every person who drew breath. Every good memory, every bad, recorded in their own book in this magical library. Some thin with a short life, and some thick with the adventures that that heart encountered on their journey in this world. Not all is a happy story, as we all well know. What once started as a story of woe and strife can become a story of hope later on.

“I am Fortune, the Prologue.
The life journey’s humble beginning
The invigorating Spring , the rising of the sun on the odyssey of life.
A journey’s humble beginnings, shining the path from the dawn to the winding and dividing paths that life has to offer along the way. Some paths you must walk, and some you must choose carefully. A brave hero, or a nomad in search of another world, all are welcomed. You write your story. Whether anyone reads your words or heeds their meanings, be sure that your story is the one that is true to you.”

“I am Zeric, the Epilogue.
The odyssey has come to it’s final conclusion.
The calming winter, and setting of the sun, giving rise to the bountiful moon.
Brave spirits who have traveled through this world, who have become stronger for surviving hardship, and those who have created special bonds with others, the journey comes to an end. The warriors lay down their weapons, the weary lay down and observe the beauty of the night sky. Though disappearing from this world, we remember the stories of those before us, and allow them to live on the legacy of what was in their hearts.”



Meaning: We are a balance. Fortune, even young, was always well-liked and happy. Everyone loved him and, even complete strangers, would become his best friend in a matter of minutes. He was kind and caring to everyone who knew him and had no trouble making friends.

Me (Zeric), on the other hand...I used to play by myself a lot. I tried making friends and being kind and gave a lot, but most of the time people just didn’t like my manic energy or one part of me or another. They would tolerate me, and I could not trust anyone. Mostly I would just play by myself.

However, Fortune and I, we are a unique balance in a grander scheme. Positive and Negative, Day and Night, Spring and Winter, Joy and Sorrow...we embody them in each other, and we create a balance for hope. I say that Fortune is a balloon and I am a rock: I keep him grounded just enough so he doesn’t fly away into fantasy, and he lifts me up high enough to see the beauty that the world offers around us. This picture is in homage to our brotherly balance.