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Lost Souls: Legend of Nephthys
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Tell me, Sir Jorris... What exactly are you protecting my Emirate from?
Scorpions hissed at the approaching students, but backed away in unison alongside their curious approaching footsteps. Their widened eyes clasped upon several burned marks in the sand, creating a large circle; a thin triangle, with a wavy T shape layered on top, two crescent moons facing each other and only kept apart by a dot in the space between, a circle with an X overlapping it. Each one different, and each one unique.
As a child, Emira.. Were you ever told the tales of Nephthys?
A clash of thunder, and heavy rain began to drown Al Kharid.
Who hasn't been told that story?
"Shh..." Students crawled alongside a wall. The scene panned upwards, revealing The Guild of Heroes, and a silhouetted figure trailing her fingers through the fountain's waters in the distance.
Then you'll know the tales, and your question is answered.
A younger looking Sir Jorris, followed by an Wizard, Archer, and Swordsman, strode into the Hall of Faiths with a serious glare entrapping their expressions.
Nonsense, they are but myths; legends.
A woman screamed, clutching her child with what little strength she could muster. They seemed lost, and all alone with only sand and darkness as their companions.
The scene cut to Al Kharid, with many citizens gasping and crying as they waded through dense rivers of rainwater in the early evening; all headed towards the palace.
Mhm... Perhaps.
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