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Power has been in the air coming like a force of thunder rolling through the land. I circled the old castle walls coming to where the fire still burned. The empty space was flat and round the flames low and licked along the ground. The ground was black covered in death from Freyas fall. No amount of water, soil or stones had been able to extinguish it. After trying each time, the morning after it always just looked the same. Bones littered the ground around the area where either brave or stupid men had come seeking fame. Trying to enter the flame they were immidiatly killed including dragons able to withstand fire. The rest were killed by my men for daring to cross onto our lands. Much to my disappointment none of the bones littering the land were that of Cleirigh men. Their
