Prologue

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My father told me a story when I was young. He told of an ancient race that had extraordinary gifts. They weren't born knowing these gifts, they developed them when there was great need. Many would live their entire lives without developing their gifts. They were called The Protectors. Protectors were know for being intelligent and cunning. Thought their gifts varied, they were all great warriors. He told of a day that they would live again. At the time I thought he was crazy, now I wish I had taken him seriously.....

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