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It had already become day |
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as he opened the big wooden door |
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and stepped out of the shadows. |
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The sun had shown behind the eastern forest, |
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bright and warm in a cloudless sky. |
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As his eyes closed, he slowly raised his head. |
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Gently, the morning wind caressed his face |
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and rustled through his long hair |
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The chatter of the birds had become one with the whispers of the black elders, |
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melding with the rhythmic babbling of the little brook, |
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which wound its way to the distance behind |
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the humble grange. |
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But it has not always been like that. |
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|
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One thousand seven hundred years ago, |
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during the celebration of the two moons, |
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the enemy forayed over powered the villagers |
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under the cloak of darkness. |
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Brave men were cut down where they stood in the cold crisp autumn night. |
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The ones who still had life in their veins escaped in despair, |
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but regathered quickly and formed a resistance. |
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Many among them, women and children, |
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only armed with axes, torches, and pitchforks. |
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And it seemed as if all hope was forsaken... |
