Knowing that death was not far behind, Osiris traveled on his steed with haste to Zaron, the barracks of Men, to warn them that our fate was upon us and only they can stop it. Out of nowhere a miniature rock was launched and extinguished an innocent tree. “But how could something so tiny break a tree...ahhhh no time to ponder” Osiris darted through the gates to the main meeting hall of Zaron were the chiefs were in a meeting. “Sorry to interrupt but I have vital news concerning the fate of Men” Osiris explained to them what he saw but instead of listening, they erupted with laughter. “Do you really expect us to believe this nonsense old man, go crawl back to your barren old hut wizard Zaron is not in danger if so the warning beacons would be lit” Osiris could not take this anymore he went outside and to his left stood strong the warning beacon at that moment he met the best marksman in Zaron...Scarin.
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