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In the shade of the Twilight, they sat and cleaned their weapons, not speaking, not smiling, just cleaning. Preparing for the next battle, as always. And there was always another battle. Birds overhead did not call out in joy, they cried mournfully, expressing the grief the men and women below them felt, but would not speak. None so much as the General himself, who had taken it upon himself to help the healers, doing his best to keep his fellow warriors still while their arms were splinted, while bones were snapped back into place, while bruised and torn flesh was sown back together and bandaged. It was a gruesome sight, and his own hands

Prologue The war between light and dark has been raging for seventeen years now. Perpetual twilight shadows half of our world, while the other is governed by the purest of light. It is as if time stands still here in this world, the sun never fading... the moon never rising... It didn't use to be this way. But as to what changed it, no one is sure. All we know is that the Twilight did not appear on its own. There is a man garbed in the robes of purest night, and it is speculated that, with his birth, the Twilight was called forth. When this mans tiny cries came forth to the world, sounding like the wail of a banshee, it moved like a sentie