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I wake up covered with hay. I feel something crisp and hard on top of my chest. A small amulet rests, gleaming in the light. I have a red ruby implanted on it, with fire running and dancing through the crystal. It feels warm to the touch. A small engraving reading "Flamma Veritatis" is written on the back.
While attempting to sit up, I get an extreme headache. Eyes blinking, I see the amulets fire glow brighter. I get visions of betrayal, Minerva using a program to replicate me and Pocket Wellfair's betrayal of me to Morl's side. I want to believe that these visions are false, but I know I'm just fooling myself. I attempt to sit up again, but all strength has deserted me. Cold darkness crashes onto me, the amulet my only source of light, heat, and hope.
As I awaken the
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A soft sound of metal on metal rings through the soft forest I find myself in. Slime spews out of the centipede and covers my shirt, but I power on shoving my sword through its gut. It slowly begins to turn to dust.
Out of its eye sockets, two slime green orbs fall. Upon touching my sword they glow brightly and begin to melt into my sword. A new large vein of green intertwines with the old fire red veins of my sword. Slowly it begins to shake. A new item composed of a green emerald beset into a silvery red arm guard with spikes dripping with green toxins radiating from inside the emerald. Etched on with extremely fine writing it the words "viridi pugno" in golden writing is visible on the sides. As I try it on, I notice that it fits me perfectly, molding perfectly to my every touch.
Taking a quick look around, I notice that there is a trail of slime leading straight to a dark shack that is being patrolled by other strange creatures. As I approach carefully to the shack I get ambushed by a three-headed dog, a Cerberus. It lunges towards me, death in its eyes. My sword raises itself to parry, like a flopping

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