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They were what Georg had feared: raiders, bloodthirsty highwaymen of the worst sort. They stopped and tore apart Georg's house, looking for valuables but finding none (as he had buried his fortune some way away from the house that morning). Georg left them to their distraction and headed for the village as fast as he dared. When he arrived, the townsfolk were alarmed to see him in battle gear. He told them what was coming and to go to their houses and lock the doors, to keep the women and children safe and all listened except the schoolteacher. She had a frightened, excited look about her, and it took Georg a while to convince her to stay indoors. Read More...

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“So much for being immortal,“ she muttered to no one but herself, laying a hand on her forehead.

She sat up, wincing. There was a haze so thick that it made her wonder if she was dreaming. Attempting to stand, she noticed everything around her looked so dead, so vacant, so incredibly lonely. The locale normally would have suited her perfectly; however, it gave her the chills this time. Read More...

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“The trident is a mystery to our people. It is said that it is cursed, but that it has the power to defend a nation. Do not speak to anyone of this, my child. It is a dangerous secret.“

What choice did they have but to run to hope, even if it was false or dangerous? The rest of the group thought she was leading them to her father's secret cave to hide, but she would be searching for the trident, instead. Read More...