Jewel of god
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When I was 5 my father, a journalist ran away and my mother committed suicide. I was left in the 'young orphanage of Ursa'. Many have said he died. However, I know he is out there and I have to find him. I don't know how he looks like or what his name is but will find him. I start my adventure in silverous, the last place my father was seen and the temple in that city was the place where we always visited. when suddenly, an earth quake buried me under sand . Seeking a way out, I find out about a legend of the jewel of god. You can wish on it and get anything or anyone back.upon hearing this I quickly begin my quest. That was the only way I could get mother back. I had to do it. According to the journal many have failed to return but that may all change...
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