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V Fenroot watched as an army of dragons landed on the snowy shores of the northern continent. He stood atop a rocky bluff, watching as the dragons piled on the icy shore. The cold, bitter wind blew snow around in jagged wisps. Through the whirling white, he saw the dragons line up according to an elven woman who was pacing up and down the ranks, calling out names. One by one, each dragon spread its wings and shook off dozens and dozens of elves, all dressed in white. They fell off the dragons like sheets of ice, and they scrambled into the snow and lined up as the elven commander made rounds. An aura of smoke rose into the air as the dragons blew fire to keep everyone warm. Soon, the entire foot of the mountain was covered in a patchwork quilt of hundreds of dragons and elves. The wide
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