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Darla awoke in a somewhat familiar place, yet she didn’t recognize any of the faces of those around her. There was a giant painting on the wall across from her, and she recognized it as one of the Old Gods. But besides the picture and part of the room, everything else seemed foreign. Confused and a bit afraid, she tried to sit up. She knew she’d made a big mistake when immense pain shot through the right side of her body. “Ugh,” she cried as everyone rushed to her side. She fell back onto the hard mattress and tried to assess her situation. Many people spoke all at once, and the language was foreign to Darla. She tried to remember what had happened to her, but her head felt fuzzy every time she tried. She did remember part of a dream she was having before she woke. Abbefore was there, leaning over his orb, mumbling something to himself, when he suddenly spun around on his pedestal and looked straight at Darla. He tried to communicate with her, but like a television with lousy reception, she couldn’t understand what he was trying to say. It seemed he was trying to show her something very important, and he kept repeating the words, “Don’t forget to…” but that was all she could remember of the dream. With a heavyhearted sigh, she closed her eyes and tried to ignore the commotion of those around her. She took a long, deep breath and tried to relax. Abbefore’s image was still so vivid in her mind. “If only I could remember,” she kept whispering to herself. But with an exhausted mind and an acutely injured body, she fell asleep once more.

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Incantations danced erratically around the dimly lit room as meteors zoomed in the far distance across the dazzling night sky. Abbefore’s gaze was fixed on an orb perched on a pedestal at his feet, and within the orb’s walls, there appeared to be an electric storm brewing. Flecks of lightning erupted in jagged spurts while a fine silvery mist clouded the interior shell. The effect was mesmerizing, and even Abbefore was not immune to its hypnotic effects. But there was a grand mission at hand, one that could not be forgotten or dismissed without a direct, volatile impact on the entire universe. Abbefore had been assigned to this mission, and he knew that if he did not fail, there was immense hope in restoring the current solar system and perhaps even the surrounding ones as well. Everything was dependent on him now. All the other great wizards were either captured or expired, sent into the great unknown. Fortunately, young Darla had made it out, and as far as he could tell, she was still alive. He could always sense her presence no matter where she was or what world she was in; tied together by an invisible thread, not even the Detainers could hide her from his view.

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