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"This was not ours to take. I will travel to Utopia and return what is rightfully theirs. You, the last of my line, must lead our people, protect them and restore honor to the name of our Island." The Spirit said, taking the piece of the Sword and leaving. On his way East, he stopped on a boat inside Salamandastron's harbor.


"What the?" Ramsey exclaimed as an arm made of, what he thought to be, light reached out and grabbed him. It carried him up into the night's cool air and he saw the face of its body. "You? Here.... How?"

"There is little time to explain. I am making you the Lord of the Fleet, commander of all of Salamandastron's soldiers. You will serve the new King faithfully. But first, you must come with me and make peace with those who we once called Brothers." The Spirit said as they sped along, the coast already a dot on the horizon.

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"No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country."

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Regent Septimus closed his eyes, channeling old magic that had not been present since the creation of the world. All around them, the rubble slowly began to regain form. Everywhere they looked, they slowly saw bits and pieces of concrete and twisted metal reconstitute themselves into the beginnings of new buildings.

Everywhere, people felt it. People felt the world become a little more alive.

Somewhere in an icy tomb to the north, another ancient spirit awakened...

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Over the ruined city of Second Chance, every warrior and soldier looked up at the single wisp of flame streaking across the sky. An intense wall of heat eminated from it, almost instantly causing everyone to start breaking out in sweat. Seconds later no streak of fire was seen, and the only reminder that it had happened was the lingering heat.


Flame arced across the city and spied what he sought. Drawing the fire into him self, he landed. Only his fists were flaming everything else was a deep red fabric that gave off small amounts of heat.

Flame looked around at what he saw. Beside him was an extremely gnarled and ancient redwood tree. The lower branches had spread far across the ground. Not too far away, a smaller tree stood, an old Oak tree. Flame remembered ages past what had happened.

Nearby he felt the presence of the others.

Then I lived.

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Soft nothingness. Then, just as abruptly, awakening.

He felt... cold. Very cold, as if he were submerged in icy water. The cold chilled him to the bone, spread through every fiber of his newfound body.

Somewhere ten thousand miles to the south, he could hear cries of anguish. A vision of a shattered, burning city spoke to him. He saw two ancient trees, a redwood and an oak, and who he was and why he was here came flooding back to him.

He cast his gaze toward Nordenstadt's main stronghold, to the pretender whom they now called High Mage, and shook his head slowly and sadly. The Great Sword had corrupted him and his followers, he saw now. He had known Matthias's decision to introduce the Sword into the world to be a foolish one, but had been too far away and too far removed to contest it. Now he saw the consequences - a formerly great, harmonious world torn asunder by its own inhabitants.

He turned back to Second Chance. The city was supposed to have been a second chance for humanity, a place free of prejudice and vices, a place free of pollution and famine and disease, a place where humanity could rebuild itself. He had been there at the beginning of the world, had seen Matthias's vision and shared it. Now it lay in pieces, ground to dust; there were no civilians left, only a killing field interrupted in places by fortifications nestled in the rubble.

But what did he see now? Was Matthias really back? Was that Flame, his old student? That meant the old pirate captain, Jack Buckley, must also be awake.

Seeing them again gave him a nice warm fuzzy feeling that warded off the cold, but his smile faded as he realized that convincing Sanctus Petrus and Nordenstadt to surrender their fragments of the Sword would not be so clear-cut...

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And this one too :'(

Then I lived.

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