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Before him in an aura of light appeared a being not of human breed. |
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Pale as death, with eyes as dark as those of midnight ravens. |
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In visions he now saw the ancient one.......enraged. |
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The being spoke in a tongue unknown to him. |
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But its aura was veiled in pride. |
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Days of wisdom were to come to him and his tribe. |
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Those not lured to weakness.........by light. [Voice of the old one:] "Moonlight bright embrace thee. Forever she caresses thee. Free you eternally. Fear not children so true at heart, Our powers shall protect thee." |
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Buried deep within the heart lie secrets of a distant past. |
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The darkness in the old one's eyes was not like that of man. |
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Within them burned a hope. |
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What was hidden? |
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What wisdom did he hold? |
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A challenge for those of heathen blood.........lords and kings. |
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Only pride remained as darkness fell on soil from which he came. |
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As the old one moved closer he could feel the presence of his soul, |
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As that of nature itself. |
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The flames in his eyes revealed a secret.........of what was to be. [Voice of the old one:] "There must and shall be blood. Pain until the last drop. As night itself will sweep the ground that I place my feet free of purity ever after. Until the night once again sends its breed. |
