PREFACE

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"Acacia!" The voice behind me screams.
"Focus! Don't let it overcome you."

The voices sound like whispers in the wind as I feel overwhelming emotions paralyze my body. Anger, Hate, Wrath- it's all in there. I feel another blow at my side, forcing me to go limp and collapse into the mud.
"Brace yourself," is the last thing I remember before the world fades black and drags me deep into unconsciousness...

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