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Out of the uttermost ridge of dusk, where the dark and the day are mingled.
The voices of the Night rose cold and clam ---- they called through the shadow-swept air;
Through all the valleys and lone hillsides, their call pierced, it thrilled, it tingled ----
They summoned me forth to the wild sea-shore, to meet with their mystery there.
When I broke forth, their voices rose as one and I was proclaimed
Serephena
Daughter to the Gods.
I was, but a babe in arms the day I lost my mortal parents.
It was in the times of the Gods of Greatness.
When they traveled earth as though it were there own home.
Feeling deep love for me they took me to their home and together they raised me.
Then come the War of Chaos and many Gods fell.
Many more went into hiding and I was once more left at the sea shore to fend for myself.
There are times, when I am in great need that I can sommon forth the Gods in hiding.
With their power buried deep inside of me I continue to survive with dreams of a day when I might be reunited with my many gardains,
the Gods of Greatness.
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