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Chapter One It was a nice night. Warm with a cool breeze. It was close to midnight and the sky was a velvety, navy blue colour. The moon shone brightly and millions of crystal stars glinted down on the chaos below. The village of wooden cabins caught like wild fire. Just over a dozen people were caught, unaware and all were burnt, screaming, to a fiery crisp. With no warning or caution, nothing could have been done. The last of the fires raged as S'Mana Gralkork stood, paralysed by fear and anger, observing the pitiful site. Charred timbers fell as the last of what once was wooden cabins collapsed. Corpses, burnt to a cinder, lay scattered