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Into the depths of darkness I rode. Everything I knew was going to be shattered before my eyes. I knew tonight I would die. Soon I rode upon fire burning my homeland. "I though you disowned this land." A masked figure asked me. "I did, but there are innocent people here dying." I said drawing my sword. The heat of the fire was intense as we fought. The clash of swords rode above the crackle of the fire. Though I fought valiantly he finally bested me. "Finally you fall." He said. "Yes, but so do you." I said, throwing a knife into his chest. The fire roared on and drew closer and closer to me. Wounded and weak, bleeding to death I lay helpless to my impending death. I had accepted my fate long ago and now it was at hand.


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