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To a Land Far Away
an illustrated tale
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    Garalt made his way back to where the elves had landed the airship, his spirits were incredibly high.  After all, he had just done what no one else in all of the Ikros Legion could do.  He had defeated Daravon, the great dark lord of Ikros.  He made his way to the upper most regions of the castle, and exited onto the large outlook where the airship was moored.
    "What on earth?" Garalt said softly to himself, looking at the large mass of people at the feet of the airship.  There were certainly more people than when he had left here, but few of them looked like soldiers.  In fact, Garalt recognized most of them, aside form Garn and Drakon, they were all mercenaries he had seen in Corincia.  They were all surrounding two men, who seemed to be dueling, albeit lightheartedly.

    "Greylen! Demonclaw!" Garalt called out happily to the two men.  Demonclaw seemed to be dueling with a man Garalt had never seen before, as was the weapon that he was wielding.
    "Garalt!" Greylen smiled, turning to face the knight, "I'm so glad you're alive.  We had heard rumors, but..."
    "Aye, I'm right here, in the flesh, though I've changed just a bit," Garalt chuckled.
    "I can see that," Greylen smiled, "I sense you've grown much as a warrior since we last saw each other."
    "Demonclaw!" Garalt greeted the other man, turning to him.
    "Uhh, hey there Garalt," Demonclaw glanced over at him, "I'll be..." Demonclaw dodged the strangers weapon, "right with you."
    "Why are they fighting Greylen?" Garalt turned back to the mage.
    "Demonclaw and Scythe are good friends, Garalt, don't worry.  Garalt... I must... apologize for abandoning you at the Tower of Olyian.  After it was destroyed we..."
    "Worry not, Greylen," Garalt interrupted, "I'm just happy to see the two of you well.  I'm sure had you been able to help me, you would have, but with a huge black dragon in the area, I would have run too."  Garalt smiled, resting his hand on Greylen's shoulders.  Greylen returned an uneasy smile.

    "I heard about Vione, and I'm sorry," Scythe said, dodging Demonclaw's staff.
    "We all are, Scythe," Demonclaw lunged again, "but I've not lost her forever."
    "Just keep her in your heart, Claw, and she'll live forever," Scythe counterattacked.
    "No, I mean I have a plan to bring her back!" Demonclaw parried, spinning his staff and thrusting at his opponent.
    "Ethelred does that, wouldn't that get messy?" Scythe jumped back, twirling his staff and charging again.
    "There is an artifact that can transport me through time!" Demonclaw smiled, blocking Scythe's weapon with his own.  The two men held fast for a few seconds, pushing against one another.
    "Is that so?  I wish you the best of luck finding it my friend."
    "That's a first, you've never wished anything good of me yet."  The two men pushed against each other, throwing the other back slightly.  The two men rebalanced themselves and readied for another attack.

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