The winter sun shines upon the path that lies before me.
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It leads into the forests of the royal domains.
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The smouldering ruins of the church, that has burned down.
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I leave behind as I continue on my journey.
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Screams that cut through my bones I hear, coming from the woods nearby.
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Fear makes my strength disappear; my feet are frozen to the ground.
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Hear the forest fall silent once the screams faded away.
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I wonder what has happened over there.
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Slowly I overcome my fear and once again I let myself be led by my curiosity
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into the forest wondering what I'll find this time.
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' The dark shadows, the sons of the dragon who had killed the saints,
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were brutally slaughtered by the wild beasts that inhabit the forests.
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Their corpses torn by claws and fangs,
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a death so horrid as the one they brought tio the king's men two nights before.'
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A strange feeling of justice enters my mind,
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as I see the remnants of the dragon's children.
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The war of the ancients is at its peak.
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It rages on in all lands, there is no escape from it.
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A choice must be made for the ones that wander about.
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Time passes quickly; soon the war will come to its end.
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The window of opportunity is getting slim and soon it might be too late.
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War Of The Ancients
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Slechtvalk |