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[Merci d'Rue]

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Merci put down the book, a tear had slipped from her eye and she caught its frozen form before it fell shattering to the floor. How had such a story touched her so deeply. She felt connected to it part of it, entranced with it.

She thought of her own father and a shadowy haze hung over it. A village long ago a tribe of people.. Lost they had been... Quite similar to those in the current story she read. She knew this story well, ever since young Kelei was a child this is the only story she had ever wanted to hear.

Countless moments reading to her, this one bedtime story. She had lived this part of history every night in her dreams. At the time it had held little significance to Merci. It had been a peice of history set in the analogs of time. Wheels that once turned and gave way to modern day.

Yet now as the mountains shook, and the land quaked. The herald of thier first King sited Merci knew that history had returned. It had all began with a father and his two sons.

Their undying love to find him, their heartbreak at losing him and their new discovery...

Merci sighed softly..the words ringing out in her head...

This is not a power that controls death, but one that channels life.
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May destiny guide you...