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Dust and ash spew upward from the ancient-grounds of the floating island as the ill-creature slams his armored-boot into it, pieces of stone shattering as he does so. A hoarse-chuckle echoes outward from the half-empty suit of armor accompanied by the wind-whistling through the being's visor.

 

There is something odd, though, about this creature. This creature is different from the rest. This sickening-beast wears a different suit of armor . . . Instead of a red-banner across his cuirass, there's a green one. Not only that, but this sinister-spirit possesses a different helmet from that of the others. Why is this "thing" as many call it be different from the others?

Only time will tell.

 

The creature begins to solemnly-trot around the island, until he is greeted by a voice from behind.

 

"You have returned to your home too early, Virjor." hisses the voice.

 

"Indeed I have . . ."

 

"For what reason, though?" hisses the voice.

 

"Many."

 

"We are glad you have come back from your ever-so-deep slumber, Virjor . . ." hisses the voice, gradually echoing throughout the lands, ". . . Welcome back."

 

 

The creature turns around in hopes of finding the source of the sound, only to be greeted by nothing except the towering-spire that stands before him. Virjor begins to feel the walls of the ancient-structure, thinking back upon his childhood . . . Their childhood . . . Our childhood . . .

 

. . . No noises have ever emitted from the desolate island in the sky. However, there was an exception . . .

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Thump. Thump.

Thump.

 

~

Razi a ubyz blothr, burz, undere serthekhur,

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