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"I'm sorry, my dear." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. "Please forgive me." The Caretaker whispered touching his forehead to hers. As she sucked in a breath to form a sentence, he sent the small blade through her stomach. Gathering the blood on his fingers, he made his way to the mirror. Drawing the summoning symbol, the mirror darkened, and a loud booming voice came through almost immediately.

"There is no stopping the Drooke forces. Drooke Lords will take the lands you know, rule the people you know, and ruin the places you know. But do not fear hopelessly. One day, your Earthly struggle, ruin, and poverty will come to an end. One day, you will return to the lives you now experience, the lives you will learn to cherish as your land gets taken from you."

"Is there any way to stop this from happening? Any way to save my people?" The Caretaker begged into his mirror, now black with smoky edges. A crack began to form in the top right corner as the underworld's answer began.

"Alas, for this to happen, a child of sorrow and a child of war must marry. Their marriage will end the destruction you will come to know and spark THE BEGINNING. Their marriage will bring darkness, rebellion, and revelation to the Carre people. Prepare for change. Prepare for work. Prepare to be blinded with the truth. The offspring of their marriage will defeat the Drooke, and once more bring you in control of your lands. Until this sequence of events, the Drooke Lords will rule the land you hold control over. Carre peoples will not prevail until the dark has been brought to the light."