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Chapter 1:
The Prolog |
| Ariagu stood on the mountain staring at the fields all around, transfixed with the beauty of it all. The grassy green fields speckled with brown cottages looked small from this distense. Finally after staring for hours Ariagu started the long trek down the Ruszoo mountain. Standing in one of the many holes he noticed a browned piece of parchment. Picking it up he noticed it was a map. Strange runes were written on its edges, they seemed to eminate an aura of power. |
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