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Nobody knows what happened to the Hewn City. If not for the seemingly eternal marble and limestone columns stretching towards the sun itself, most dragons would question if it was actually Light Flight territory. After all, everything else about it was remarkably different to the established Light Culture. Unlike the well-kept architecture of the Beacon and the bright forests surrounding the Mirrorlight Promenade, the city could only lay claim to weeds and vermin and pathetic broken buildings.
If the Hewn City had ever been prosperous, it was far beyond the living memory of any Light dragons. Only the Lightweaver herself could possibly remember the truth of her city - yet, it was a question if she ever did. She never blessed the shattered structures with her light, she never responded to the many prayers for information and research and help.
For that very reason, it was perfect for the Wonderland Clan. If anything could be said for them, it was that they all knew helplessness well. They all hailed from different backgrounds, from the harsh wastelands of the Plaguebringer's lands to the barren deserts of the Stormcatcher's, but it was this that brought them here. To the Hewn City, where they had everything they needed.
True, it was a gloomy place. Cloaked in the shadows of rotting trees and demolition debris, it was a lonely lonely place. No dragon would ever aimlessly wander into the city, much less the dim suburb of overgrown ivy where Icarus' clan had dawned upon the world. She was safe here, away from those that she betrayed (those that betrayed her), with only those that would never leave her side. In this heartfelt haunted place, she could shine as brightly as she wanted.
The Hewn City had always longed for its own sun, but even the sun herself needed her moon. He shined upon the Hewn City while she slept; his illuminated ruins were both alluring and alarming against the pitch black night. Only during these moments would Oblivion truly awaken. Under the cover of night, he wandered - a ghost within a ghost town. Yet, while he would hide away for days upon end, the co-leader would take watch of his clan under the starlight.
There was many a thing to watch out for. The darkness told the most interesting tales of gods, of monsters, of ghosts and skeletons and zombies. Will you dare to listen?
And more importantly, will you find out how deep the rabbithole goes?