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Message: <blockquote data-quote="JharyOConnah" data-source="post: 7880226" data-attributes="member: 7016431">Jim climbed up on the wagon next to Eovin as he brushed layers of mud off his clothes. "Where's Bo? Where's my poppa?" He was looking at the little pixie for answers and guidance.The horses pressed on, continuing into the forest, but the route became too uneven and thick to go forward. The horses bitched as they stopped."Hell! What did you expect!" "Little lady, you've got to be kidding!"* * *Selythin rested after his battle.Fires still burned in the distance. The heavy scent of death hung in the air.Slowly, images came to the elven prince.It was, similar to astral-projection, as if Selythin traveled through space and time.He dreamed of the city. The palace. The throne room. The dungeons. The vaults.Behind a giant, sturdy door lie the blade. The black sword.The outcast prince heard a whisper in the dark."Go to the river. Not the one below, but above. Your heritage awaits thee."* * *"Aloe! Look! They can come but they'll fare just as well as ice cubes on a hot summer day in the fey-wild. I'm pretty sure the storm's gonna destroy everything around here..."The lady, old or young, looked serious.She kept muttering to herself, then cried out."They can come! Fine! You figure it out!"The lady sniffed loudly. Almost reverting into sobs."Let's ALL go!"She tried to compose herself. It wasn't easy. She kept fumbling around, fidgeting with anything in sight.Alan didn't know what to think at all.* * *</blockquote>

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