Allan

It is said, when the skies burned and the heavens cried with the loss of his people, a certain inventor is cherished in the minds of survivors. His world knew him as one of the best engineer of their age. He who stood against the ruin and bloodshed with determination. A unicorn that when faced with certain death stood ground with the Queen of Dragia, Dianna, and gave his people the only possible escape root; an unstable rift in the aether that spread out into the heavens. While they fled in small ships their kingdom crumbled into the mountains. It is said he held the platform until the last child escaped; standing tall with wings of purest white and sword dripping red upon the stone.

Now? He searches for the kin that he gave to the stars. He wanders the universe, feverish in his pursuit of their immigration. It haunts him, this task-- but he travels out of duty. For it was he who saved them, and yet, he knows not what has become of them after their disappearance.

He is a pathfinder, a nomad of the temporal planes, and this? This is his memoir.