| What many believed was only a legend
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| Was now lying in front of me…
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| There it was… Erian’s book of the holy angels
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| The testament of all the Heavens… beckoning to me
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| A black dragon made of stone stood guard over it
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| Threatening with outstretched wings…
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| As I drew closer my heart pounded
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| But I cast off my fear and in the next instant
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| I opened the book…
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| What Erian had written 5.000 years before
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| Was now finally before their eyes
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| Elf of the caves!
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| Tarish, what in God’s name are you doing?
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| You… insane… fool!
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| I do what must be done!!!
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| Let him go!
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| Give me the book and I will spare the life of this old wizard!
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| Traitor…
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| He knows not what he’s doing!
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| I know very well what I am doing… Hand it to me!
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| Give it to me or he will die!
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| All right… Take the book but let Iras go!
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| No!!!
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| Take it from him!
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| Fools!!! |
| This belongs to the Black Order!!!
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| Leave it… leave it!
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| Ah… I’m bleeding!
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| Help him!
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| Do not let him escape… Go after him! |
| We must have the book
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| I will return with it!
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| As I lay wounded…
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| An incredible pain shooting through my head
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| I saw Dargor struggling with Tarish… he won!
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| But before dying, the elf king was able
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| To tear some pages out of Erian’s book
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| Then everything turned to black… |