===Before He Knewthe Hour===Excerpt from ''"It is said the Scient was one The Tragicall Hiftorie of many who tended a great library. In his lifetimeOne Scholar & One Soldier'', it didn't burnAct II, but simply fell to ruin and neglectScene 5. He stayed in the rubble, writing until his dreams led him to become LongAuthor Unknown."''

-'The Pen'SCHOLAR: Is it the change of the tides or the age? This is not my study, IndelibleI know not why. I know you leave this post too soon. ''<br>''SOLDIER: You may leave ‘long side me. You would be cared for. ''<br>''SCHOLAR: But I’ve a post of mine own to tend to. ''<br>''SOLDIER: So too long will our parting be! How can I slay the clouds a world away from you?''<br>''SCHOLAR: You tempt me to desertion, Dubedat Lockebut Know not that my punishment would be as Severe.''

<br>One day, it was said, a scholar decided to put pigment to parchment. Even as their dreams grew strange with his fervor, and a light started to shine from a fiercer place, that scholar did not stop writing. Everything they saw, everything they thought, all streamed into one furious line of ink, charcoal, chalk, and even blood if it was required. He wrote his way into becoming Long with Even as a humble mortal, a fledgling Know, the young scholar teetered upon the fervor precipice of immortality quickly. Caught between a finite Ever After and rising to a higher place, he could not decide upon which ending he wanted, so an ending was chosen on his writingsbehalf. <br><br>But this is only hearsay, fabulism, and rumor.<br> ===NameLong-domHood===<br>There was a Long that, to the frustration of his peers, was rather difficult to qualify, at least in term of the nature of his immortality. He was mute as the Winter, yet constantly followed by the sound of his never ending, fervent writing as endemic of the Heart (And yet, a truly lamentable dancer, according to some accounts). He was flighty and his interest was naturally of the Moth, yet his writing could at times cut with a merciless unkindness, and his publications were in a constant state of ever-changing limbo. Some doubt even that publications under his many pseudonyms were even the same author, contemporary Know arguing constantly over most infinitesimal similarities and differences in the the styling, cadence, language.<br><br>The one thing that cannot be denied is the author's longevity and prolificness of writing. Between the many texts, letters, novels, essays, (and any other written form under the sun), It is easy to say this particular long has easily lived for around two thousand years. <br>===AscentionAscension===FNORD