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What is known is now unknown
This place will kill us...barely did I have time to close my eyes, that Ezra woke me, shouting that if I did not wake up we would all die. At least My short sleep did give me back a little strength, even though my wounds still hurt. Awake, I had no time to understand what was around me; skeletons on one side and gruesome creatures on the other, about to attack Lady Sillia. My body moved before my mind did and I placed myself between the creatures and her. They were like men, but not, like beasts but not, their tongues flickered about and their stench filled the air. We killed them all, the skeletons and the creatures, and then we fled.
We fled to where we thought Sonopra was meant to be, but instead things were...different. The places seemed familiar, but darker. Spider webs coated the trees and the trees towered above hiding the sky.
We found a man covered in cobwebs. Ezra and I scrambled up into the webs to cut him free. Very quickly we realised he was...a dark elf. A dark elf! Here? At first I thought it was Imily, but as we freed him, his face was different. And his words sent chills down my spine. He called us "Albino elves" and called the forest we were in Solastra, the forgotten city of the Elves. He even seemed impressed by our shabby, weathered clothes.
We had no time to question him. I got caught up in the sticky webbing and had to cut myself free, only to look up and see spiders everywhere. Small ones, medium ones...huge ones...and one....one with the body of a dark elf. I do not remember its first words, only that it's voice chilled my blood. We have to get out of here. This is not Sonopra.
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The Lady and the Bandit
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Dreams and Mysteries
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Within death's shadow
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Elven Hospitality
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Wanting to belong
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Into the shadows
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Walking out into the wild world
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Magic beyond imagination
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Forest of fears and misfortune
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What is known is now unknown
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A bluff and a losing hand
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What tangled webs we weave
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Rip
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Maze of shadows and death
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The light, almost went out
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Down the river
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Those that cast shadows, die by our song
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Soul in a spear and a veil of blue
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Dreams, truth and madness
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Wake me up, please
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