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Chapter 2

The Beginning Part II
Added Mon May 16 20:24:48 2016 at level 16:

Taraks father, Keong leans against a tree in the Feanwyn Weald, seaking
shelter as rain falls from the sky. Reaching a hand out he catches a
of couple drops in his hands, feelin a slight tingling sensation. Flexing
his hand a glimmer of hope crosses his face, the pain that had been
troubling him those last few days gone. Peering at the still upright tree
he had been setting to fell, he noticed each axe mark ever so slightly
closing over. Leaping to his feet he begins to run north through the forest
taking the shortest way possible to South Darien.

...

The God of Magic sighs, lamenting the days of Ages Past.

Small tears form at the corners of his eyes as they grow with pure mana.

As the tears fall, some land on the various mortals of the realm.