Donning armor of a blueish hue and clinging a crystal of light to his breast, a budding young wanderer is seen on the hillside. Appearing in the time of need just as the world hangs upon the edge, the seas stand still, the land begins to rot, the winds don't blow and the flames ravage all. Just as their forebears once did the Crystal has chosen it's Warrior Of Light
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