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'Bah!' The bowman cried, for his bow had fallen apart in his very hands, after firing but one arrow! 'Wait until I get to that weaponsmith. These arrows are obviously cursed!' The bowman discarded the quiver of 200 arrows by the road, where scavengers found it, and each separate arrow went their own ways with different owners, as time passed. Some found them cursed. Others, found that they may not be as cursed as one thinks.

A secluded mage garbed only in black, an obvious aura of corruption exuding from him. His emotions seem to be absent, and evil is more than a desire to him. Its a necessity.

... And Alexi, Please don't let this bring you down. You have your entire life ahead of you - Let me become nothing more than a memory. We will never see each other again.

- Valdus