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| 12, Leos AA 2987 |
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A great battle rages all around me Elves and Men, Dwarves and the Fae, Barbarian and Selladorian all united fighting the oncoming hoards. This is the end the demon son is coming. The soil is crimson with the blood of the fallen. We are relentlessly set upon by all manner of demons and monsters. Then nearby I see her, still beautiful and pure among all this death. I see her begin to chant, the demon son hanging in the sky above.
“This can’t be,” I scream, but no words come out. Her arms begin to move and she starts a graceful, but grave dance. I try to run to her, cleaving through the monsters between us. I have to get to her, to stop this. A blade falls heavily on my shoulder. My blood flows hot. Still I run to her. Just as I break through the line of those guarding her I look up, her dance is ended. She raises her hands to the sky, her eyes meet mine and she says “I’m sorry...Goodbye.” Light surges through her and into the sky, striking the demon sun. There is a grand explosion.
My eyes fly open; I at once realize I am in the land of the Fae. I had only been dreaming, but something in my heart ached. I had to stop this I cannot let Elana be sacrificed as Aesia was. I will save her that is my quest. My visions burned themselves into my daily meditations only strengthening my resolve. |
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| From the journal of Jerick |
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Contributor: Nick Pullou |
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