Prologue

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Flames. The city was spilt in half with fire dividing the capital. The streets were bathe in blood as the people attempt to flee the battle. The enemy dragons flew low in the sky breathing on the towers setting them aflame. As if the tall buildings were simple candles.

Mothers wale clutching their children , who cry loudly scrambling to get thier toys before they melt from the heat. Fathers who were lost in battle and fathers who are still fighting were weep for. Bones crunching and shouts of agony ring through every home. Swords clanging the metal meeting in furious battle. The inevitable sounds of war .

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