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Freya Vaelinnor stood atop a cliff near the edge of her elf homeland. She put her hand on the hilt of her exquisite golden sword and a ghostly visage of Jason appeared on the cliff next to her and smiled. They looked out over the beautiful scenery and Jason kissed her.