Ichizu

Have you ever seen a monolith cry? An apprentice wizard at the dark fortress will tell you they have, just once. It was the day Ichizu, then a quiet archivist, received a scroll. No one saw its contents, only the sudden, sharp grief on their face. The air in the library grew heavy, and their simple wand, once used as a bookmark, pulsed with a soft, heartbroken light. Outside, the great spinning rocks above the fortress shuddered. The ancient, unshakable monoliths began to ooze a shimmering, crystalline liquid. They say Tedi found Ichizu days later, trying to apologize to a mountain. The lessons they are learning now are not of geology, but of the heart.