The takeback
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A long time ago, our race ran the world, all in harmony, letting every type of species have their own say in how they run their lives, humans, dragons and even the cats alike, but now, we're outcasts, thrown to the curb, never to see the light of day the same ever again, and all because we wanted to make the world equal, and peaceful... Now everyone is always fighting, there is no order, only war and as for my kind... our pages in history have been lost and replaced with lies, we're now seen as the enemy of all kinds, seeking to divide not unify, now we're left to suffer at the merciless hands of others, never easy, always deadly
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