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Prelude
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I write this for those who find my translations. My waiting is almost done. This curse of immortality will soon be lifted. My soul will find rest from my crimes. After aiding the death of the white dragon while under Lusiradrol's spell, I have made my penance. I have done as has been requested of me to guide the outcome. Our Mother, Tahronen, bid me stay with Tyrkam, a foolish mortal, but one who has intentions on Gilthiel's power. He shall not have it. It will come his way, quite sure, though not as he expects. He has made plans for the chosen one. I am loathe to watch in silence his cruel methods, but perhaps it will work for the best. Her fate awaits in the forest of Wynmere, which lies at the doorstep of this castle. The spirit of Gilthiel knows this. I have left the tale of the white dragon and my righted wrongs in the library of Cavatar for all to read. All children of the Light must understand the past to be ready for the war that will come. In the tome I have described events from three thousand years ago as I saw them. My memories have not faded; my guilt would not allow it. I pray you take my words to heart. Though the events in the stories of the Second Race are said to be mere legends and myths, they are real. I wish you to understand. You must believe, or our world, our hope is lost. You must be ready to battle the darkness, if you have not already. Not warlords like Tyrkam, but true darkness. The corruption of the Darklord when he touched the hearts of the Second Race is in every one of us. I would tell you his name, this Lord of Darkness, that you might recognize him; but to do so would hasten his return to power much sooner than we can afford. He cannot remember who he is since he tried to flee his destruction once, in another time. To hear his true name would break the enchantment that binds him. We are not ready for that. Every passing moment gives us a greater chance of final victory. But that is another story, one I included in the tome in the library. (Though not his name) Know that I have bound his vile Red Clan under a spell of sleep. There they will remain as long as the secret is never uttered. I have also spent my years battling his demons. Some I destroyed, others my power could only subdue into a dormancy that will not last. I did these things to provide some time to coordinate all forces of Light. The descendants of the Ancients must also join the fight as their ancestors did, were created to do. The Majera know this. The First Race guard their secrets and themselves, but you must find them. There is one I know among you, perhaps a second, who can guide you to them. Yes, two, a rare treasure. Look to the flame. I can say no more, as I have sworn to them, to the lovers who came to Ayrule and died in their quest for answers. With Gilthiel's return, no more shadows will fall. Walk in the Light. Makleor, last of the Great Maji
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