The Journal of Grall, son of Doran

"The air rushed past me, stealing what breath I had from my lungs. Seconds ticked by, then minutes as I stood atop the mechanical behemoth as it shot through the skies. Several thoughts went through my mind as I watched the stars grow closer and brighter but one thought stood out from the rest, any normal living organism, be they human, dasari, elf, or even orc, would have perished in this flight. "As I stood defiant of death's hands, I could feel the cold clutch of the shadow world reaching out and repairing my body as it slowly broke down. First my lungs, they burned as though I had breathed in sulfur fumes from the lack of breath, the shadow world poured air into my lungs with every heartbeat giving me the breath I needed. Then came my arms and legs, the force of the mechanical monster had rendered them useless, breaking every bone over and over again as the shadow world repaired them. "Though this was nothing compared to the wind's effect on my skin. The wind tore at my skin, digging its icy fingers deep into my bones and ripped chunks of flesh off my being. No matter how hard the shadow world worked, it could not compete with the wind and I constantly took damage." ~Grall The true story behind the God that almost destroyed our world has been revealed. Found in the library of the third tower and restored to it's former glory. This is what really happened and what led up to Grall's eventual death at the hands of one of our most powerful hero's. The events that led up to the Third Race War, or War of Races III.