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If the guards had noticed them, they would have seen a strange sight. But they did not. Pushed by powerful magic wielded by creatures that know not their own talent, the guards seem to look away as twelve tiny, bedraggled, mutt pups enter the world and quickly disperse into the city. They go unnoticed. Such thing happen everywhere the pups go. | If the guards had noticed them, they would have seen a strange sight. But they did not. Pushed by powerful magic wielded by creatures that know not their own talent, the guards seem to look away as twelve tiny, bedraggled, mutt pups enter the world and quickly disperse into the city. They go unnoticed. Such thing happen everywhere the pups go. | ||
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The first to notice them is a flock of sheep. Not having the power of speech, they little notice their loss of it as the puppies' feast. Ten sheep are missing when the shepherd seeks them at dawn. Little does he know that his lost lambs have fed creatures that have come to the world as the Pups have, to do what they have come to do. Like wolves amongst sheep, too accurate a fable, the pups have come to play. If the pups had a human mind they would have relished the irony. But they don't. Forces they do not understand guide them, nor do they question them, nor do they give thought to stray from their prey. Sheep are merely food. They did not cross Shadow, trailing a scent, to reach sheep. They travel into the night toward water. | The first to notice them is a flock of sheep. Not having the power of speech, they little notice their loss of it as the puppies' feast. Ten sheep are missing when the shepherd seeks them at dawn. Little does he know that his lost lambs have fed creatures that have come to the world as the Pups have, to do what they have come to do. Like wolves amongst sheep, too accurate a fable, the pups have come to play. If the pups had a human mind they would have relished the irony. But they don't. Forces they do not understand guide them, nor do they question them, nor do they give thought to stray from their prey. Sheep are merely food. They did not cross Shadow, trailing a scent, to reach sheep. They travel into the night toward water. | ||
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The peace of the grave is shattered in the chamber Lugborz inhabits like death. A ruckus stirs him from his plaything that he finally gives death, discarding what once was a beautiful woman, though none could tell that now. He looks from his high tower and sees a shipyard in flames. Enraged he strides like a war-god to the sea's edge. | The peace of the grave is shattered in the chamber Lugborz inhabits like death. A ruckus stirs him from his plaything that he finally gives death, discarding what once was a beautiful woman, though none could tell that now. He looks from his high tower and sees a shipyard in flames. Enraged he strides like a war-god to the sea's edge. | ||
