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I've come to Eaglewatch Mountain to see our preparations for war.
I see the storm on the horizon, brewing over America. Lightning flashes down, striking one of their cities.
The city burns.
So begins the flame of conquest - an overgrown spark, flashing into glorious splendor of death, destruction, and most of all, fire in its purest form.
Archers emerge from the jungle, raining arrows on the enemy. Speamen form up in front of the Archers, to protect them from the enemy. Lightning strikes again, to burn the enemy.
Our men win the day.
Yet they all remember that, when lightning struck, there was a low laugh, and a voice that said, "You could be next."
I wake up, knowing I have just seen a vision of what is to come.
I see the storm on the horizon, brewing over America. Lightning flashes down, striking one of their cities.
The city burns.
So begins the flame of conquest - an overgrown spark, flashing into glorious splendor of death, destruction, and most of all, fire in its purest form.
Archers emerge from the jungle, raining arrows on the enemy. Speamen form up in front of the Archers, to protect them from the enemy. Lightning strikes again, to burn the enemy.
Our men win the day.
Yet they all remember that, when lightning struck, there was a low laugh, and a voice that said, "You could be next."
I wake up, knowing I have just seen a vision of what is to come.
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