The dusty town grew even more so, as a Dust Devil enveloped
it. It was almost dusk when the watch-out noticed something, he gave one sharp
whistle, audible even over the howling winds, and the streets filled with
people almost instantly. The orange sun was looming large over the horizon,
when a horse came into view. The sun behind it and dust swirling all around it
gave it somewhat of a mythical look.
As the horse came
closer, they saw that it was on its death-throes, and also it had no rider,
only a lumpy package on its saddle. Suddenly the horse faltered and stumbled to
the ground just on the edge of town. The blanket covering the package got
thrown off in the process. As they gathered around, the people saw, two two
year-olds, strapped securely together, fast asleep. The Village Headman checked
the horse and found the Emperor’s Mark, Even the twins had them on their forearm,
‘The Fire-spitting Dragon’. He raised his hands to the sky as if in dismay, and
said a silent prayer to the Departed. Turning to the townspeople, he said, ‘ We
have lost the War. The world shall be overrun by the worshippers of The Dark
Shadow. But we have the burning splinters, which can bring back light to this
dark world. It is upon us to preserve it!’
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