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Post by REJECT on Jan 19, 2011 19:03:40 GMT -5
 Imfany. So many will rise, so many will fall. The dark will take over the light, and the light will pierce through the darkness. The elements will collide and the sky will darken. The valley will hold no nourishment and survival is hard. So many around you hold the power in which will make or break you. Almost like gods barreling over the land. Head stuck so high in the clouds they can not see themselves fall. In the beginning it was not so bad. There was balance and order; no other was stronger or greater. The elements were simple; Earth,Water,Fire,Wind. But as years roamed by the possibility to bend others soon arrived. Shadow,Ice,Light. Some could even manipulate the body and mind, it was a power struggle by now. Darkness over-took the hearts of most, draining the land of life like it did to all those around.
The land soon wilted and shadow covered it. The clouds were so thick that the sun could not reach down to warm the bodies below. It seemed for once the darkness had won, overpowered and claimed with no threat of another retrieving it back into where it came. This was not sure, for where ever there is darkness there is always light. Light up the Darkness. Some still try to bring the light back. Which side of the circle will pro-vale and which will rise to Imfany. The grandest prize is that to be Infamouse.
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Everything has changed. Nothing is what it once was; everyone looks to the gods for answers, but they never seem to answer. They were loosing trust and hope in the gods, so they sent them what they wanted. Godly intervention.
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