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Post by Lovely on Sept 27, 2012 19:02:30 GMT -5
It would only seem as though it was yesterday, the darkness found its way into the land of Treset...Cyllaron would be its next target. However; Haven had other things to worry about. Her...and her memories. She traveled countless continents and all she could see was the empty memories of what could of been...she remembered dreams, but dreams was all they were. She remembered nothing. She found herself walking through a pumpkin field, scattered with tomb stones of those that had made their way on the other side. Those poor souls, what fate crossed their path...she felt her sheathe hit the back of her leg as she kept a firm hand upon its hilt. Treset was a land that could not be trusted. However; she remained well guarded.
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