Gate of Memoirs/Dark Days Past

Some things will always carry a gentle melancholy.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Ghost"	Music: "Ghost"
 	
*—An abandoned outpost, overgrown with greenery.
 	
*Miell: Here we are.
 	
*The ruins rise before the pair, broken and weathered by the endless seasons.
*Etched into their fading facades are emblems of campaigns long forgotten, 
*each rotting cloth struggling under the weight of moss and the memories of the dead.
 	
*Phaedra brushes her hand across the carvings, her brows drawing together in confusion.
*Phaedra: This is so strange. I feel like I should know this, but I've never been here...
*Phaedra: Was this the site of some conflict? The aura of this place feels...scarred.
 	
*Miell: Well... 
*Miell: The elementals, they call it the "dark days."
*Miell: I wasn't there for it; it was way before my time. But in my old clan, the elders spoke of something similar.
*Miell: About how humans razed our home, and seized the magic of the land for themselves...
*Miell: It was much worse here, so I've heard. The Vale has suffered too much.
 	
*Phaedra: The...Vale?
 	
*Pressing a hand to her forehead, Phaedra concentrates on the memory, just out of grasp.
*Phaedra: I feel like I was here once... But why? How?
*Phaedra: Ngh...
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Source Hall"	Music: "Source Hall"
 	
*Muffled Voice: Forward! We have them now!
*Muffled Voice: Keep moving!
*"The thundering of footsteps. The taste of steel on skin..."
*"Blood on my hands, and the soothing sensation of magic..."
*"The screams of..."
*A heavy presence prompts Phaedra to look up.
*Massive and intimidating, and yet he seemed stoic. Almost reluctant.
 	
*Phaedra: Who...are you?
*Phaedra: Why are you here?
 	
*The figure turns, stepping over the bodies of fallen Fae and men, and disappears into the darkness.
*In his wake rise a sea of grasping hands, before a white light inundates the scene.
Portrait 	Dialogue
 	
*Gruff Voice: Lady Phaedra...
*Gruff Voice: I'm...here.
 	
*Phaedra: *gasp!*
Music: "Ghost"	Music: "Ghost"
 	
*Miell: Phaedra? Are you all right?
*Miell: You blanked out for a minute there... I kept calling your name.
 	
*Phaedra: It's... It's nothing. I'm sorry for making you worry.
*Phaedra: (I wonder who that man is... Were we once acquainted?)
 	
*Phaedra: Miell, you said you needed to sanctify these ruins?
*Phaedra: It's not much, but I can lend a hand.
 	
*Miell: Are you sure? You don't have to if you're feeling unwell.
 	
*Phaedra: I'm fine. Besides, I think it worth the mild discomfort if I can shed some light on my predicament.
*Phaedra: Where should I start?