The Cataclysm

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Genres: Fiction
The landscape ahead was diminished and natural no thing unforeseen sprang from the heavens the waters were channeled and empty of miracles.     SO THIS IS HISTORY, Orestes considered SO THIS IS HISTORY NOW I CAN UNDERSTAND as the road lay before him uninherited, heirless cut off from its making and silenced by blood.     At the borders of Southlund the smoke was rising the Arm of Caergoth harbored incessant fire: Orestes rode swiftly through billows of prophecy the stride of his horse confirming the dead words of Arion.     The cavalry plundering the burgeoning fields leveling villages, approaching invulnerable Caergoth heeded little the ride of a boy in their column cloaked in the night and in helpless mourning.     A bard, some said, or a bard's apprentice returned to his homeland burning and desolate.     The captain of cavalry turned to the weeping boy and addressed him as soldier as fellow and brother: SOONER OR LATER, SING YOU THIS, BARD OR BARD'S APPRENTICE.
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