When the season turned and Harvest was upon them ~ they that dwelt there weild�d not their scythes nor gather�d grain. �Twas sword and shield to Harvest lifesblood in its stead ~ as Beings stormed the hillsides ~ slaying as they came.
The Beings Chaos made war upon his towne ~ and all that liv�d sought Shield in the Circle of Healer Falmir. Whilst those about him wore eyes of fear ~ Falmir was as the Towne�s Stone Tower.
A score of Chaos Beings rag�d �round the Circle of Falmir ~ scream�d ~ and danc�d ~ they forged a Circle of Chaos �round the foiling Earth Circle..Then lo ~ the Circle of Falmir came to naught ~ and with great Cries the Beings as Swords and Dagg�rs fell upon him.
Nay ~ �twas not Falmir they sought ~ nor gold ~ nor goods. �Twas his perfection - Pyramid!. Though small to hand ~ �twas great in Power ~ and fear�d by all things Chaos.
Falmir laid low ~ his bones shatter�d ~ the Beings shriek�d in glee. Pyramid Snatched from the Healer�s still hand ~ the Beings beheld the Tower. Borne to height ~ the Beings cast down their Bane ~ �til at last ~ it shatter�d upon the Stone.
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Four were the Shards held aloft ~ their victory complete. The air like water as Chaos vanish�d ~~ Shards and all with them ~~ All was stillness ~ and Townsfolk mourned as Chaos laughter faded into sunset.