Prologue

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The circle of hooded figures stood chanting. An unearthly glow surrounded them. They were all alone, or so they thought... A small child watched from high up on a ledge, looking down on them with awe at how the powerful wizards worked their magic. The child, Ara, wished she could be a wizard with the power to change her fate and to save the world. Sadly, she had no magic, well, that's what she thought. An old wise woman had seen into the girl's future and foretold that Ara would hold great power... so great that she could either destroy the world or save it. But little Ara did not know this and so only wished she could share in that beautiful, haunting chant. 

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