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div class="post" style="width: 1332px; overflow: auto; line-height: 1.3em;"In the last year of his struggle to unearth the missing Library of Wan Shi Tong, professor Zei uncovered a mystical and unique text among the sands of time and space that brought him ever closer to his goal. The text belonged to the Sandbenders. A thousand and one years old, it contained the stories of a long forgotten Avatar who restored pride in the Tribes of Sand, the Sunniha and Shaiia, unified them and made a strong impact on the Kingdoms of Earth that was felt for centuries... untill the ravages of time and space hid his existence from memory... only to be uncovered, later. I am Wei Shin Zhao and I will tell you what my friend [Zei] told me, about a text so mystical and rich, that it will take years to even describe, but I'm going to give you the main outlines anyway. The text itself is still blooming with freshness, unharmed by the chains of time and ravishingly beautiful in its calligraphy. Long have I studied the language and writing of the Sandbenders of new and old; but what role does time take anyway? I can promise you richess your soul can't even properly comprehend, unless you let the story take you in. Shall we begin? Shall I present you the text in a form I deem most appropriate, most suitable according to circumstance? br /br /br /In the year of the Lord of Sand 2000 and three a child was born to a mother captive, but free. She climbed the rocky shores of sand, the hills of rock, scattered in the land. On the hills of rock and sand she lay back, looking wide and on, except for the father, completely alone. In the night came a ghost, frightening and terrible at most. Said, he let it be „I have come as I've promised thee! Let it be known, your son shall be mine... but he will return to you in time." With thunder and storm he filled the skies, striking terror into everyone's eyes. br /br /br /This part of the text describes the birth of the Avatar and his first miracle. It deals with the promises made by the Ghost of Storm's End. It is widely known through the land but strange to our eye, but the Book has countless pages and I know why. It is cause no writing, no eye can capture a man's essence fully, from the moment of birth till the day he has to die. The past changes, so do I therefore knowledge can only be a try. In most versions of the Everchanging Book it is described that the Prophet, peace be upon him, slipped out of his mother's womb, stood up and marched to the ghost. He sat in ibadet, in meditation before him and spoke with a thunder of thousand words: „I will be mine, my people's and thine!" So it ended, the storm set and the ghost vanished. It set. The sun opened its back and shone through the night, confirming the Prophet's might. In another night he stroke of the heads of snakes with his bending that threatened his mother, in another night he lit fire... all before he was four. I shall recount his tales from then till now he perished in, but not in order, for it does him injustice, but in the order he wishes to be revealed. /div
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div class="post" style="width: 1332px; overflow: auto; line-height: 1.3em;"In the last year of his struggle to unearth the missing Library of Wan Shi Tong, professor Zei uncovered a mystical and unique text among the sands of time and space that brought him ever closer to his goal. The text belonged to the Sandbenders. A thousand and one years old, it contained the stories of a long forgotten Avatar who restored pride in the Tribes of Sand, the Sunniha and Shaiia, unified them and made a strong impact on the Kingdoms of Earth that was felt for centuries... untill the ravages of time and space hid his existence from memory... only to be uncovered, later. I am Wei Shin Zhao and I will tell you what my friend [Zei] told me, about a text so mystical and rich, that it will take years to even describe, but I'm going to give you the main outlines anyway. The text itself is still blooming with freshness, unharmed by the chains of time and ravishingly beautiful in its calligraphy. Long have I studied the language and writing of the Sandbenders of new and old; but what role does time take anyway? I can promise you richess your soul can't even properly comprehend, unless you let the story take you in. Shall we begin? Shall I present you the text in a form I deem most appropriate, most suitable according to circumstance? br /br /br /In the year of the Lord of Sand 2000 and three a child was born to a mother captive, but free. She climbed the rocky shores of sand, the hills of rock, scattered in the land. On the hills of rock and sand she lay back, looking wide and on, except for the father, completely alone. In the night came a ghost, frightening and terrible at most. Said, he let it be „I have come as I've promised thee! Let it be known, your son shall be mine... but he will return to you in time." With thunder and storm he filled the skies, striking terror into everyone's eyes. br /br /br /This part of the text describes the birth of the Avatar and his first miracle. It deals with the promises made by the Ghost of Storm's End. It is widely known through the land but strange to our eye, but the Book has countless pages and I know why. It is cause no writing, no eye can capture a man's essence fully, from the moment of birth till the day he has to die. The past changes, so do I therefore knowledge can only be a try. In most versions of the Everchanging Book it is described that the Prophet, peace be upon him, slipped out of his mother's womb, stood up and marched to the ghost. He sat in ibadet, in meditation before him and spoke with a thunder of thousand words: „I will be mine, my people's and thine!" So it ended, the storm set and the ghost vanished. It set. The sun opened its back and shone through the night, confirming the Prophet's might. In another night he stroke of the heads of snakes with his bending that threatened his mother, in another night he lit fire... all before he was four. I shall recount his tales from then till now he perished in, but not in order, for it does him injustice, but in the order he wishes to be revealed. /div
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