Epilogue

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    The shadowy smoke poured through the opening in the sky. She felt the terror and fear that she instilled in the mortals below, and she rejoiced in her new found freedom. Just hours before the mortals would have considered themselves her peers, the thought enraged her even more and black lightning erupted within the mass. Thunder crashed as she laughed at the anguish she spread among the townsfolk. Still miles above she focused on a hill overlooking the valley. There she would make her first contact.

   Beneath the old tree with the rope swing a small girl knelt with her face pressed to the ground and her arms outstretched in supplication. Crudely carved inside the heart was the name "Diagnesius".

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