609. Alden

J Jaden Knight
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Many years ago Alden walked the lands alone an old man in robe of stormy grey his snow white hair and beard hung to his belt supported by a marble staff He bought light and healing to a land filled with corruption and pain his glowing blue eyes burning the darkness causing it to flee away in terror He taught the people of the country a way of life and how to learn from their mistakes though he spoke with a voice of thunder his actions and smile were always kind Birds and animals flocked to speak to him and he always enjoyed their company no one was eaten or hatred in his presence as they were all afraid of his reaction After hundreds of years he retired to a cave and settled into a deep peaceful sleep waiting for the time when he will be needed to walk the lands alone again

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