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My Prologue:
Eighteen years had passed, since the war had started, the first offical conflict began 15 years ago. Lillith had grown in power, learning through dozens of battles, new techniques to kill... It took its tole, her mind was ravaged by the horrors of war, and the deeds that she had to commit... The flute a constant therapy, as she played. That and her friends were what kept her commited to the war and true to her actions... Her work mainly consisted of covert missions with Pat...
The Faceless Warrior watched Romulus fight, a minute later two slave fighters lay dead or dieing at his feet. "Excellent work," the warrior said, "soon we will begin the true offensive." The orbs continued to cast darkness into them... They feed off the war and grew stronger in power...
[Edited on 10/3/2004 2:52:27 PM]