Ekua rode her beast far into the night, she saw hope within the eyes of the dead, as she passed by them, hope of salvation hope of redemption for the lives they have lost.

Now and then the spirits sing, of wizardry and calamity. I hope you do not hear their tune for they will wash away your mood, keep it at bay for I will say there is nothing in the world worth to lay.

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