D. Power

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Let me for you describe a world that knoweth no light

A fairytale world within the midst of this world of diminishing light, where

Reality crumbles and time is rotten, the church of the saints lie dead, forgotten

And rumors of Endwar with heathens of northern domains are filling the night:

Let me for you reveal the path of an beast-child fair,

A childe so wrong, yet forced to belong in this world that he could not bear,

Take heart, for you will not be alone - take ear, percieve the whipsers of Home

And bring them word of grandfather's death, retrieve your book and follow it there...