A letter home, written in pride and wonder.
A journal, etched with arcane ink, chasing what should have remained a legend.
Between them lies a decade, yet both carry the same name: Corandrel Smoothsole.
From the markets of Doriande to the shadow of Rolfgar, these tales follow the birth of an obsession and the restless urge to seek what others have left behind.
One voice. One journey. A story told twice.
At almost seven thousand words, this is my largest story yet. A tribute to Tyrdal's second Anvilversary, and an entry for his wonderful Twice Told challenge.
Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to write this two-part story. I enjoyed every moment.
Check out the amazing challenge here if you haven't already:
