[pronounced Sh-nay-ra]
You look around in puzzlement; the lush green meadows of the Serian homeland have dissapeared. Frantically, you search the now-barren land for any signs of life. A shadow betrays the figure behind you, and you turn, startled and ready to flee.
~* You must be looking for our fields, else you would never have found this place. The Storms have increased, and nothing is safe here now. Many found they were trapped, separated from their homeland, and so the remaining Serians gathered their magic and moved their lands far to the East. I alone remained, to lead those that have managed to come this far to safety. Come, follow closely! *~
He leaps into a sudden portal, murky and dark. You hesitate, just as a huge lightning bolt strikes not far from you, debris flying in your face. You run after the solitary stallion, a blinding flash of light blinding you as you go through the portal. You open your eyes to see Sionayra, exactly as it was before...
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