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...after the first age of men perished in a rush of mud and water, after ice twisted the face of the earth, when wise men first thought to put history on parchment, an old man sat at the eastern edge of the world. A boy knelt beside him, listening to the old man's rhyme and shivering in the heat of a blazing fire. If you listen carefully, you might still hear the echo of that ancient whisper:
Mud and mire shall birth a tree,
A sprout shall grow of ancient seed.
The five unite to break the one;
The curse of man shall be undone.
But brothers rise ere dragon's bane.
The last shall smite the first again.