Prologue
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Last published Tue, Jan 13, 2015
The man have been running for 3 qonsecutive hours. The blood, almost boiling and pounding through his body. He could hear his exhausted heart almost screaming and begging him to stop running. He had already run this far. He could continue for a while more.
No longer could he hear the mythical beasts chasing after him nor Dellings warriors shouting after him. Suddenly the man fell to the ground. No one knows why or how for that matter why he fell. Why was his entier body intact exept his face that had been ripped into nothing?
The only thing that was left behind by the myterious man was myths and stories. About who he was and why he was running away, and from what?
The one ting that everyone knew for certain was that the man was carrying a precious necklace which he had stolen from the old lord Delling. The necklace was called Polaris. It had been found by a group of cunning vikings 3000 years ago. From the begginning no one knew what it was or what it was supposed to be used for. Untill a magician discoverd the necklace contained a pice of a crystal. It was no ordinary crystal. It was a pice of a meteor that had been orbiting around a star called Polaris. Thereof the name. Polaris was a powerful weapon in the hands of someone knew how to use it.
The current location of Polaris is unknowed untill today. Maby its in the hand of someone who dosn't know what it is, maby it has broke or maby its just gone forever.
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