All of Magus stood grieving in the heart of the rocky caves that burrowed under the land as the very last dragon lay dying. ![]() But today was not such a day…as today was a day of mourning. This was the town of Magus, full of wild possibilities, magic and wonder, where every corner held adventure and where happiness held sway. Below them, in the rushing streams and crystal lakes were proud merfolk, cutting the silvery water with their scaled fins and deadly spears. Threading through them as they soared in the magnificent sky were majestic dragons roaring jets of fire into the horizon. ![]() Fat golden-yellow clouds adorned the sky, upon which giggling fairies excitedly perched. The clear, azure sky stretched like a dome over the luscious green pastures and gurgling streams of the realm.
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