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Librarian- Beginnings of a Universe p. 6

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LunarNightmare

Published: Apr 17, 2014

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Humanity marched forward once again

This time with the Trinity at their lead

And elements at their back

The war soon consumed both sides

Dragons fell in droves

Once ancient immortal creatures

They found their greater

In the Trinity

The combination of Humanity and Dragons

Unstoppable the Trinity felled all Dragons in their path

The Dragons in return slaughtered anyone they could find

Now easier said than done

As humanity fought back with every Element at their disposal

Corpses littered the fields of battle

After four centuries the war came to an end

Dragons escaped to the far reaches of the world

Away from Humanity

Away from the Trinity, who slaughtered their brethren heartlessly

Hiding amongst the edges of the world that had been made for them

Losing all that had been theirs

Humanity strove fourth to populate their new land

And explore the magic of their new world

The Trinity followed to lead them

Separating to the far reaches of the land

Humanity began to grow and prosper once more

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This was designed as an intro to my world, thus the name
So if you guys would like to continue the story in this world then start here
Its not in a poetic format, instead its in a normal story format

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