| Far from this world lies a distant planet
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| System of seven, six inhabited
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| All are revolving around a sub called Hzkol
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| This group of planets, are controlled by one
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| Spoken in human its name would be Jaar-Gilon
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| Planet of millions, thirteen O Eight (1308) species residing-
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| Controlled by one. |
| «Klesta Raaldos» — The race of the dominants
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| Though not acknowledged ancient teachings follow the path of equality
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| Black soil beneath grey sky, valleys of dark tree growth shine
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| Leaves are reflecting Hzkol, here the Klesta Raaldos toil
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| Here they feed… There is one ruler who commands the council of the ancients
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| If measured in human years his age would be nine twenty four (924)
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| He has ruled here, eight hundred years. |
| His name is Jiilthanor Gilon
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| His descendants, have ruled this world, ever since their language was spoken
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| He is the fifteenth recorded generation since Diithor Na Gilon
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| Discovered the creation tree. |
| During his journey beneath ancient
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| Planets crust — hidden for aeons — the reason for his planets life-
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| Shining… with life… He was struck by the beauty
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| Of this haggled tree
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| He took a branch to show his tribe a piece of ancient history
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| So, his prize in hand, he returned
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| This would change history, for he found a power
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| Instructing him to strike down
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| With force the staff struck the ground
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| The crust — it moaned and cracked —
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| Opening up and out came… creatures…twelve thousand…
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| Attacking the «Klesta» tribe, leaving only good alive
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| Creating a peaceful nation from a bloodied battle
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| And from then the world has thrived, and the scepter has survived
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| The Gilon council has ruled their planet in peaceful Har-mony
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| …Harmony…
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| It is the scepter from Jaar-Gilon —
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| It holds the powers of creation —
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| It can bring life or it can destroy
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| The power used is the bearers choice |