The pyre flies suddenly swirl arround a figure slowly druging forth from the farplane, as the pyre flies begin to scatter leaving a lone boy with eyes as pure as the moonflow on a mid summers day. As he glances back and forth he finds himself alone in a strange new land.
"What's going on...
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