Prologue
Morzan walked accross the silent hill top. It was cool and breezy, yet it brought a silent chill. With shivering hands, he pulled his dark tunic collar up to his nose, his eyes stinging from the sharp wind. Then he stopped right just above the edge of the hill. There bellow the hill top, he saw a city that was familiar to him, a place where he was once welcomed with smiles, cheers and outstretched hands. But not anymore, he thought sorrowfully. Then he murmured, "Farthen Dur".
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