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one soul, one heart, one life, one [p]ath
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backdated to the day after Allegro and Pendzez met
A top the cliff that stood as a wall of the beach below stood an old oak tree. Old, very old, but strong and long lasting. Suprisingly, it hasn't started to fall apart yet. The trees surrounding it had there bouniful colorful green leaves while this old relic had just dead branches. A white wolf that was just some distance away from it walked out of the tree cluster, approaching the old oak with soft and calm steps. His feet have healed since yesterday. He was glad that the blood wa no longer staining his white fur with red. He was unarmed, leaving his spear back home. Pendzez eventually got to the tree, remaining on the ground before climbing to a branch. He looked out to the ocean, the sun about to set. Slowly, but surely descending.
He came here so he could hear the songs that happen rarely, at least once a year. He was lucky to come now. He came last year at some point and he heard it. He asked his mother about it. She said that it was the spirits of the passed aways that were joining together in hands and song. Mere beauty the song is, something that would make you have tears of joy and sadness, knowing that the spirits are alive and singing their song. The white wolf climbed up the tree to a branch where he sat. He waited for Allegro, the female he met yesterday, to come. Hopefully, she followed the advice on how to get through the undergrowth that was growing badly and the trees. By sticking to the cliffside, she should be able to get through.
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