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--- Prologue ---

Little Jacob was lying on the ground, playing with his wooden figures. The window to the right of him was glazed with the falling hues of the sun, resting slightly above the canopies as it slowly transcended downwards. The orange and pink colors washed over the small cabin in the forest, immersing it in a bath before the gentle azure night crept through the woods. Little Jacob shivered, placing his toys on the floor as he sighed and turned towards his grandfather. His grandfather, a withered, balding man, was resting in the rocking chair as he stared out the window. Thin glasses rested itself upon his face, above the high, crooked nose, as wrinkled eyes wearily stared outward. “Grandfather,” Little Jacob said, shuffling towards his stern elder, “it’s getting dark.”

“Hmm?” his grandfather asked. “Oh!” he exclaimed as he leapt towards a small table. His long, stiff fingers fervently worked on lighting a match as he struck the candle with several futile attempts. Finally, as the moon began its ascension in the sky, the cabin was dimly lit with a single melting candle. “I guess you and I cannot do much during the nighttime, hmm?” he asked.

“Not until father and mother come home,” Little Jacob replied, sighing as he stretched out on the floor. “Tell me a story, grandfather,” he asked.

“A true story?”

“If it’s good.”

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The old man chuckled, rocking on his chair as he pushed up his glasses. His balding head seemed to absorb the dim light as his face darkened. “A long time ago… Long, long ago… I was in a meadow… South of Rimmington, you know, the sea town. It was an amazing sight; the beautiful town, the luscious wild grass, the ocean to the west, all marvelous. As I flew high into the air, I roared a great laugh as I blew the town to ashes with my fire breath! Oh yes!” the old man hollered, leaping from his chair and throwing his hands up in the air. “The whole town cried out their hearts as the wild grass, alit with fire, surrounded their pitiful existence! I flew around, my great wings beating the hot air as I declined them the gift of life!” he laughed, his face darkening as the night crept into the cabin. His hands struck out in the open, his fingers clutching at each other, choking the souls in the empty air he could only see.

“Grandfather, you weren’t a dragon.”

The madness in the elder’s eyes dulled as he looked around the cabin. He combed his bald head as he stared at his grandson, slowly crawling back to his chair as he mumbled. “Of course not... Why would I be a dragon? I mean, it’s not like I had an alter-ego that was a white dragon in another story… That’d be crazy,” he coughed. “Anyways, the land west of Rimmington was known for being a rebellious piece of scum that Saradomin had ever seen. Bandits, looters, and lu(CEN)stful women made up the lawless land. Historians universally agree that the first origins of Flaming and Spamming originated from that piece of land.”

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He went on. “The land was eventually called the Forums, but just because it had a nice name didn't make it a safe place. Killings and lynching were the most preferred entertainment out in those towns, and death seemed to be in the very air that those vile people breathed. Still, it made each person there alive, and with the adrenaline came a desire to fight, live, and conquer. There stood a select few that began the domination of the towns, ceaseless in their conquest to convert the badlands into civilized places where they could all prosper. This, though, is where the true story begins..."

The boy brought his elbows to his knees as he leaned forward. His hands held his face steady as his eyes leered up towards his grandfather’s. He didn't want to miss a single word.

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