On a planet far away, a bored clerk thumbed through the layers of parchment before him. He sighed, and brought out his bag of holding. Within it only one amphora of Node breaker remained. He sighed even more loudly as he stared out the window towards those flying around on rugs, swords or even enlarged amphora. His eyes were forced to move as a light began to flash on the wall beside him. Initially bored he withdrew a parchment to take notes, but suddenly his eyes widened. “Impossible” he exclaimed aloud. “A novice, from that planet. It’s been millenia”. He wrote down the rest of the information awarded by the wall of novices and replaced the quill into his bag. ‘The master must know’ he thought. Before he could stand up a cold breath of wind struck his throat. As the darkness took hold all he could ask was, ‘why?’.


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