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Gaden stood at the top of his tower overlooking the never-ending fields of the Dark Lands. There he watched as the tall yellow grass bent in the wind, bowing towards the south. It won’t be long now, he thought. The Osarian would have to give him the seed this time if she wished to go free. Footsteps plodded the ground behind him and stopped at his side. “They are moving towards Elvin Country, Master,” Sames spoke. Gaden squinted into the approaching darkness. “Send the lizards. They mustn’t be allowed entrance by the Elves.” “Yes, Master,” he replied, bowing his head towards Gaden before he turned and stepped quickly down the stone steps. The grey clouds swirled, grumbling as they gathered together, encircling the sky above the tower. A smile smoothed across Gaden’s lips. “You have lost, Ardmis,” he spoke to the winds. “Failure is upon you.”