"A war is coming. Everybody is talking about it."
"Have you been among the humans, Garnith?" an old man spoke.
The young man answered, "I'm sorry, wise master Legen. It's the mages. It is said that not even the races of the Elves are safe."
"The Dar'rian have nothing to do with other races. We are safe, I can assure you that."
But just before master Legen could smile, another character appeared from behind the trees.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, if I were you," Terry revealed himself.
"The wise are not to be disturbed by common folk," said Garnith, jumping infront of master Legen.
Cryostix now looked at Garnith, as if he hadn't noticed him before, "Common folk?"
He moved closer, and touched Garnith on the forehead with a single finger. Once again, the emerald on Terry's forehead lit up, and after a few seconds Garnith was transformed into a solid form of ice.
"He is frozen," muttered master Legen, "That means..."
Terry smiled.
"Daddy's home."
Master Legen got on his knees and bowed.
"Show me to my people."
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Book of Ghosts
'Book of Ghosts' I shall call you, and you'll grow as I write. Page by page, every day a short piece. And one day, I hope, you'll grow strong and with the writings in you, I will once again remember. Remember why it hurts so much...
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