Long Live Kylian
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In the beginning, there was a king, a servant, and an enchantress.
Before the beginning had begun, there was a beautiful place of many wonders. The trees were those of forests depicted in fairy tales. Dark green leaves with vines dropped down to the long grass. Wildflowers of every color painted the forest floors. The sky was full of clouds in the shape of strange mystical creatures. Beautiful statues and carvings were maintained with care. Before the beginning, it was better. Well-constructed towns once surrounded the beautiful temple of Rukk and the people sang for the Gods' wonderful givings.
The place is now burnt to a crisp and grey filled the once beautiful skies. The decorated wood and statues were now either covered in overgrown weeds and moss or simply cut into non-existent pieces. The towns were now abandoned with only the silent whistle of the wind, and the temple no longer standing.
So, the beginning has now begun.
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