Black and White by Lianon
Prologue
The truth of a story passed on for hundreds of years is hard to find, but if one picks through the story with a fine toothed comb they may find the fragments of truth that held the fraying edges of the elaborate blanket of lies together.
By picking through a blanket of lies thoroughly, I have found the small amounts of truth, and pieced them together. Though together they are not so much of a blanket, but a scattering of frayed cloth.
I can only guess what happened truly, but here's the story as far as I can see.
Maybe one day another frayed piece will be able to pull the others together and make the story clear and true.
Until then, here is my rendition.