"There stood a city in shadows, unbroken watch of the Dark Armada over its citizens. I had no clue whether it could be saved or not.
I broke from the dark and ran towards hope.
I found my people.
I found a place to call home.
And we called it the Hideout.
There we prospered in peaceful unity. One to call upon the others who sought to end this dark era. We would stand up with words, not weapons.
But one knows even words can be weapons.
And so on, did we find our allies in this perilous time. A rebel alliance known as New World. We allied with each other, bringing the front to its next stage.
I knew we were already found. But it did not deter me.
So long until the day of my return to the dark place. I took an oath to rescue my fellows when I ran. And so, I returned to do as I said.
And in success we gained many new allies. Those able to fight, and that who isn't. They all pledged their newfound allegiance to New World.
Among them was a scout of New World. He sought to repay me a debt. A debt I kindly accepted in the times of need.
And so, the war was bound to continue..."
-a leader's rememberance of the Dark Days.
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