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[Vian Skyfire]

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With dusk approaching a young man staggered down the dusty road that led to the small farming community of Maltra. The mask of dried blood he wore made even the small task of squinting his eyes into a difficult one. He could see children off into the distance running about with what he figured their mother in the middle trying unsuccessfully to herd them inside.

Months ago the young man had gone into the Abyss on a task that he believed was of the utmost importance to the Light and to his people. Now he made his way home battered, beaten, and without the one he had been seeking. Having failed in his mission the road ahead would be difficult, if not impossible. Despite this, he had to remain strong, it was his duty. Numb to the pain, the man continued on.

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Off in the distance a young blond haired boy pointed down the road, "Mommy, look"

As the mother turned to look down the road, the figure the boy was pointing at crumbled to the ground.