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Are you sure you want that story? Well, if you insist. Now, hush my boy and listen closely. This story is worth repeating. A long, long time ago, before guns had come about and the refrigerator, a chain of islands rose from the shadow of it's own doom. These are the islands of Illania. Here little boys played with wooden swords and stole their sister's dolls. Where women were still in the secondary position. You see, it was a long time ago. And a rumble is heard. It comes closer and closer until it seemed that Apocalypse had come and maybe, just maybe the world was coming to an end. In all reality the rumble was merely the dragonflyers, riding off to save the islands or meet their doom. One or the other. Or sometimes both. For you see my child, this land has a curse. Every four months a problem arose that nearly destroyed the islands completely. It devoured everything in it's path. Stone and wood. Food, flesh and hide. It was a killer. Only one thing could stop it. Fire from a dragon or ice from a gryphon. This killer was known as Toyna and it would come up out of the water and it would crawl, fly, swim, anything to satisfy it's need to destroy. No one really knows exactly what it was. Perhaps a parasite or some supernatural phenomenon. The Army was very small at the time. Useless even. Until one young upstart came along and changed everything. Her name was Alemi Monroe. She made the Army everything it is today. However, there was one problem she couldn't fix every four months. You see, every once in a while a stranger would stride into town and the residents would look upon him with an unsteady eye. For he could be one of them. One of those rare few mutants who could destroy the world in the blink of an eye! Just like that! They too are unexplained and probably still roam among us today. They are experts of disguise. And the mages! Oh, how could I have forgotten those beloved sorcerors?! The magic of the islands started with the youngest Monroe sister, Briala. The Army didn't suit her well, it wasn't her style. Magic, on the other hand, she found very interesting. Several young women came to learn the trade and are now the master mages of the islands, but they are gone now. Young Monroe would disappear once or twice a week. She'd come back the next day but then she'd be gone again, until one day she was gone forever. Most are sure the elder of the two knows where she had gone too. But that woman's lips are sealed as if her sister had a secret to keep that no one could ever know of. The rest you know by heart, boy. I need not tell you more! Besides your bedtime is long past. Good night, my son. Sleep well.

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