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In the Age of Chaos two very different girls were born, both steeped in tragedy. It was not this that set them apart; no, the kingdoms of both Hyland and Rolance had both seen the signs – potatoes taken from the soil that even when washed remained jet black, unexplainable storms and weather that made once fertile regions uninhabitable, the disappearance of town after town all pointed to one thing –
The Seraphim had truly abandoned mankind.
It was what these two very different girls did with this knowledge that led them to become the Shepherd and Squire of lore. And, no, it was not their kindness or gentleness either (though they possessed these too), but the remembered taste of blood and the stomach dropping sensation of betrayal they shared in experience. The tragedies they held on to made them strong and they swore to never again forget.
