Chapter Seven

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Trace

   (Terra, Circa 600 Imperial Time)

   Trace was glad to finally be off the awful smelling Darkhearts.  They had dumped her and Arc deep in the Forest of Illusion and they weren’t quite sure what to do now.  This was where her dreams ended.  She looked around and saw nothing except for pine trees and snow.

   The orange pearl on the sword began to glow brightly and a woman appeared. It was Arith.

   “Who are you,” asked Trace as snobbish as she could.

   Arc cupped her mouth with one hand and whisp...

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