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Leica
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Date Posted: 19:31:01 04/27/02 Sat
Leica was in the tavern she worked in, wiping down a table that was dirty. It was early in the morning, and her shift would soon be over and she would have to lock up. After she finished wiping the table, she sat down, and rested her hand on her hand. She closed her eyes. She could just imagine going home, and her parents would be doing their normal spells to keep peace with the dead. Instead, she would go home, find that her family was still gone, going to a near by city, to banish a loose spirit back to the Underworld. Then, in her normal necromancing mind, she had a vision: the skies were dark, fire was engulfing the city of Cala Armon. People were running left and right, trying to get away from the guilds who were against the Old Kingdom. She often had this vision. She would envision the overturn of the mark, when King Blaise had revealed his secret and the guilds took over the government. Now, people who did not wear the mark ran the government, but the royal family secretly went by the Old Kingdom.
Leica opened her eyes, and went back to wiping down the empty tables.
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