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"Dragons? Dark elves?" I questioned. "No, Your Highness. It's...the...dark ones." I cannot recall exactly what went through my head during the few short seconds after hearing the phrase ‘Dark Ones’. Neither can I remember how exactly I left the hall. All I could remember was that one moment I was standing by the round table, and the next I was sprinting out of the hall. "Arrelia, wait!" Ganalorn was dashing right behind me, sword already drawn. I didn’t stop to pay him the slightest attention. All I knew was rage, and the burning desire to send those abysmal creatures back to the hole they crept out from. The first scream that pierced the entire camp came from a little bit ahead of me. A few soldiers were charging forward already, but I was already ahead of them all. My hands had be

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