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Or perhaps...
The boy who was made to forget.
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Leonarth has lived his entire life inside the walls of Saint-Spire Abbey.
He knows the sound of its bells.
The scent of its stone corridors.
The rhythm of its prayers.
But he remembers nothing before arriving there.
No family. No past. No explanation.
Only silence.
And the unsettling feeling that someone wanted it that way.
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The villagers call it fog.
Leonarth never believed them.
Something waits beyond the mist.
Something old.
Something patient.
Something that remembers him.
Even when he cannot remember himself.
A world that forgot magic.
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For one thousand years
the two realms remained separated.
One by force.
One by memory.
One by fear.
A world built upon it.
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A thousand years ago, a prophecy was written.
"In the beginning, there were two lands:one steeped in magic, the other untouched by it.For thousands of years, they thrived in unity,guided by trust and the wisdom of shared dreams.But when betrayal took root and vengeanceovershadowed love, the lands were torn apart.Thus, they shall remain divided for a thousand years,until one born of both realms, bearing the legacyof common roots, rises to restore the ancient bond."- Magicariums Scripta, Verse III
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Some truths were hidden for a reason.
The question is not whether Leonarth will discover the truth.
The question is what that truth will cost.
Because some memories do not return quietly.
And some worlds do not survive being remembered.
