What if you have a story to tell, yet no way to write it? Or a vision, yet no way to speak of it. Perhaps a fight, yet no way to win? It is said that a battle of good and evil is constantly being fought within. Within the mind, within the consciousness, within the very soul of every existing person. But what if that battle is no longer fought within but without? This is my story. The story of a beginning. My name is Conrad Knight. I have jet black wavy hair and electric blue eyes. I am wearing long leather boots; their tread is still fresh. I have leather pants and a white shirt. My cloak is also made of leather, a lighter shade. Around my chest hang cylinders. Many cylinders. Cartridges of ammunition for my pistol which is strapped to my right leg. A sword hangs from my belt. Crested with the emblem of my people, it reminds me what I fight for. I am a Warrior. Chosen by Yahweh to lead many battles. To free my people from the Alaef's oppression. I am called the Chosen Sentinel. A...

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