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Black, storm clouds suddenly filled the sky. The wind was so strong the people had to brace themselves? Suddenly Malimar's menacing face appeared in the clouds. It was a huge; his eyes blazing ruby red and fire was shooting from his mouth like a dragon. And when he spoke, it sounded like it was coming from deep in the bowels of the earth. "Brody O'Shea! I know you are somewhere within the sound of my voice! Hear me, Whelp, I have come for you, boy! You slipped through my fingers once, but no more! Come and face me if you dare! I'm waiting. If you don't want to see your city and its people destroyed, you will not delay!" "I'm coming!" I yelled, as I leaped onto my horse and raced toward the wharf, leaving the stunned and confused people behind.
