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Talion The DARKandBRIGHT


~The true measure of a hero is that of a man who sacrifices himself for those who will never know.~ "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."

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The Land of the Free and The Home of the Brave

"A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning, stands on the horizon, at the edge of the sea and the setting sun.
And her name; mother of exiles.
She lifts up her light beside the golden doors and says,
"Give me your tired. Your poor. Your huddled masses yearning to breath free.
The wretched refuge of your teeming shores.
Send these. Your lost, homeless, tempest tossed, to me."

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3034410
If you can, would you repost your comment on my story as well?

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I will it is a great story

3034410
How astute your thinking of theories is my good friend. Thank you. I hope that you continue to enjoy my story.

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You are welcome, also I wonder how he is going to deal with Bahamut. Although it would be interesting to see Talion somehow kill him and become king with Anya being the Queen. That is just my thought though.

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Awesome. :rainbowdetermined2:

I just wanted to leave a nice message 🤓

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I am. Did you enjoy The Heart of Death?

Hope you're doing well, friend. ❤

3015206
Of course, awesome possum. You deserve a smile! 😇💖

Have a cookie. You're my friend-a-doodle now. 🤗🍪

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Introduction


A nameless man with many faces,
Who traveled this world and other places.
Weaving a web, spinning a story,
Creating his legend in unstoppable glory.

This nameless man you will have seen,
In the deep dark midnight of your dream.
His whispers carry far on the wind,
They heal the weary and the sinned.

So close your eyes and wait awhile,
And when sleep visits with a smile.
His shadow will walk alongside your own,
And the mists of time shall carry you home.

When the moon is in her final slumber,
And mountains role with distant thunder.
Awake you will, the dream but gone,
Only the faintest memory of his song.

Who is this man with many faces,
Who lives in memory and other places.
This man who plays this dreamers game,
Call him Talion, for that is his name.