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The winter sun shines upon the path that lies before me. |
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It leads into the forests of the royal domains. |
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The smouldering ruins of the church, that has burned down. |
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I leave behind as |
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I continue on my journey. |
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Screams that cut through my bones |
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I hear, coming from the woods nearby. |
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Fear makes my strength disappear; my feet are frozen to the ground. |
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Hear the forest fall silent once the screams faded away. |
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I wonder what has happened over there. |
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Slowly I overcome my fear and once again |
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I let myself be led by my curiosity into the forest wondering what |
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I'll find this time. ' |
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The dark shadows, the sons of the dragon who had killed the saints, were brutally slaughtered by the wild beasts that inhabit the forests. |
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Their corpses torn by claws and fangs, a death so horrid as the one they brought tio the king's men two nights before.' |
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A strange feeling of justice enters my mind, as |
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I see the remnants of the dragon's children. |
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The war of the ancients is at its peak. |
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It rages on in all lands, there is no escape from it. |
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A choice must be made for the ones that wander about. |
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Time passes quickly; soon the war will come to its end. |
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The window of opportunity is getting slim and soon it might be too late. |