

WM: PrologueThe last sword fell down, like the rays of sunshine fell on those too noble to use the power they had been given from above in the War of Fire. The war had lasted for twenty years, but had finally come to an end. Many casualties were lying at the survivors feet, both enemies and friends. They'd be forgotten soon, but not those blinded by the sun. They'd be remembered... as the Nobles. They who refused to use their Power given from Above. They who risked their own life to fight for what they thought was right and everyone who lived, thanks to the hand of a Noble, were forever grateful.WM: Prologue
*translation: you finally got here!
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- Critique is the normal comment of an amateur
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