The Serpents Stone
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10 years ago the Kingdom of Melina was attacked by a sorceress by the name of Occisor. She burned our Kingdom to the ground. Only ruins remained. Thousands died, Thousands were injured. I lost my family that day. A few of the orphaned children, Myself included, were brought to the palace where we were to live and trained to fight. After our training was complete, we would serve in the military. For 10 years the battle against Occisor raged on. Our Kingdom was just barely hanging on. Most of our days are spent hiding out in the underground tunnels to hide from attacks on the palace and the bombing. I thought we'd be living in fear and war forever.
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