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The Light Reborn

Fire and Shadow danced in the shadow. Two men locked in a deadly duel, one young, glowing, black night and power. The other grim and worn, his light spluttering and guttered!

Eldarion grimaced as waves of exhaustion swept over him. The dual strain of maintaing the windflame and fighting the younger man was getting to him. He was not as young as he once was. Fate looked him in the eye. Ending as it began, in death and sorrow. Another betrayal.

“You cannot win Stone Lord” Meldof taunted,flicking aside Eldarion’s blade with contemptuous ease. A mailed fist held him at the throat-Eldarion grimaced as that familiar ice flowed in his veins. His vision flickered. Slowly he watched the colours bleed from the world, first blue, then green, and red until all that remained was the black visage of his opponent. And a cold white light.

“The world is cyclical my Lord Maldorf. You’ll learn this, if you survive long enough”

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