Preface
In this Journal, I, N’zhat Tia shall tell of my travels through the lands of Eorzea on my quest for knowledge of the Twelve, the Primals and the roots of the Aether and its magic.
It was told that the twelve once roamed the land, but now all that remains are artefacts of their once past glory and brilliance. The continued use of magic is testament to this. I can only assume that said magic was far more accessible during the ages where the Twelve walked over Eorzea. The aether is said to flow and give life to all, one can only then assume that magic manipulates this life twisting the fabric of the aether itself.
Through my journey I shall make entries on clues I find throughout the land. Clues that will help me unravel this ancient, ages-long riddle of the origins of the gods and life.Â
