Sand Scribe

My cousin Titanis is one of the chroniclers who watch over the Hourglass.
The fingers of time drew river ways, time flowing through them.
The earth quietly stood by, bearing the weight of centuries.
The chroniclers gathered grains of sand from the riverbank and put them in the hourglass.
Each grain of sand would release a piece of history it bore.
Once, it was the short sword of Icatus, swept away by war,
Eroded by the River of Souls, lost to the currents for a century.
Once, it was a statue from Epos, fallen into the abyss in the wake of conflict, brought ashore by the playful beasts of legend.
A benediction from the earth and time enables us to read the past from the sand.
They believe that as long as there are those who read the stories of Amphoreus, the world shall never perish.