I, Legone the Tider, swear these words to be true. It was ten years ago to the month when I left the mountains for the very first time and crossed the Dejewla Sea. I wandered through canyons and valleys, barren lands and sandstorms, terrible winds and freezing snow until I reached the border between the countries of Asspraineya and Slutan and there a great green forest grew.

            I could feel its age as I stepped beneath its boughs and the dryness of the desert faded away into green. It was as if I was back in my mountains and as I breathed in the pure air I realized I missed them more than I had known. I felt that I had come home. For long moments I stood on that sacred ground, breathing in the air until my feet reminded me th...

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