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Summary :
In a world of suns warmth, and winters cruelty, stands a young tom, who must face the inevitable. From the moment he was born, his ancestors did not smile down on him like any other hero you would hear stories about. No, they grimaced, shook the forests roots and surged the river at the very moment he opened his eyes. An aging prophecy of shadows and claws, flashing across their star-addled wary gaze. As they chant their age-old prophecy. "When the stars fall and the nights grow cold, a Seeker's sacrifice ends the shadows' hold."