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The End of Hope
Xanivic
It struck us... struck us like a bolt of lightning. None of the folk in Aegis knew what had happened. With the Undeads proceeding from the northern lands, the inhabitants of Aegis had no escape. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. The womens' screams, the childrens' cries... The darkened sky casted over the land, somber. Griefing in agony and hopelessness.  After a few days of the sudden destruction near Oren, silence conquered. Aegis didn't speak a single word. The atmosphere was silent to the point where the only thing heard was the thoughts of a wanderer. He stood around 5'6. Bearded with leather rings choking the ends of his beard. He wore light brownish and beige armor. His face... his face had a distinctive scar that slithered diagnally from the left side to the right side of his beaten face. His right eye was a light green color. The color of the algae filled seas. As he walked the road to the Cloud Temple from Kalurugan, his thoughts were flooded with horror. A single tear streaked down his cheek as he whispered  a forgein language, "Aley bastia."