Prologue

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     A thunderstorm brews anew in Varren, a local village. In the midst of the short storms coming, a young, short red haired teen scrambles to look for somewhere to be safe, but he is casted out of any and all residences. Stuck outside to endure the storm, he wanders into the nearby forest to take shelter, but even there, he finds no safety.

As he struggles to find somewhere to reside, the winds become extremely strong, he begins to be completely swept away by the wind. He holds on to a nearby tree, clinging tightly for life itself, but his persistence is for naught, as the wind strips the tree of his hold and he is violently casted into the air, he's become so far in the air, the entire village becomes easy to see as he soars into the sky, but even that doesn't last long as he begins to plummet towards the ground, he reaches out towards the ground and a hopeful glare shines in his eyes, but his attempts fail as he falls directly on the arm he reached out, causing him to wallow in pain while clutching his severely injured arm. He looks forward while lying on the ground, barely hanging on to consciousness, and see's a cloaked figure walking towards him, unaffected by the wind, the last thing he sees is a red glint, shining from where the cloaked figures face would be. He then, passes out.

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