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they had had any luck in getting a successor. Nonetheless, their support was slowly but steadily growing in number. The prospect of another battle on the same size as the one eighteen years prior was getting more likely as each day progressed. And with the fact that we were Shaman-less, hope seemed to diminish, like our candle of hope was being snuffed out by a swift and sharp breeze blowing in from the Matak tribe's settlement.
Many times I had gone into the reincarnation site at night and stood amongst the stones, admiring their beauty.
I had already carved out my future life: architecture.
Even though it was a job that was usually male dominated, I had decided to take this strange career path and see where it would lead me. For many years, I had been working at home on little architectural items that benefited my family immensely and when I was asked to help in the building and designing of a new, small temple to the north-side, I knew that my
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life had already been destined for this career.
The stones within the reincarnation site had always fascinated me. They were ancient and looked like they were at the end of their tether but we all knew that there was some kind of strange and extreme power within these mighty monuments. I wished for many years that I had in my possession some sort of key to open this strange power. I had searched everywhere and asked so many people, trying to figure out many things about the site but the answer never seemed to get closer.
I never did find the answer until fate chose me one night to stand in the centre of the reincarnation site, like I had done countless times before. It was then that the location of key became evident.
I had just ignored it on many occasions.
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