The Gates of Hae'Evun

I’m not your child. I was kidnapped and raped. I’ve been tormented by demons, tortured and cut. I was infested by whisps and forced to murder my own son, so don’t you dare tell me to trust in the Lord. Maker doesn’t live here anymore. The entire world had been conquered. Far-a-mael had bitten off more than a thousand mouths could chew. Their only hope now was to somehow find the key that would allow them to unlock the gates of Hae'Evun. And that task–one so great that every life, both human and otherwise, hung in the balance–Seteal had left to an elf owl. In the end, it didn’t matter what they thought of you … or even what you thought of yourself. In the end, all that mattered was who you were.