As her babe lay there, bleeding in the rain, Yoozepode's mother ran and was engulfed in shadows as she vanished, thinking she lost her son.
So as yoozepode lay there, the war had ended, and his village had been taken over, as this was that day. The villagers thought there was no hope, and their wasn't. So the villagers laid down their arms and pleaded for mercy from Doxis. They were turned into slaves, forced to do Doxis' work.
But there was still some light from inside Yoozepode. A little flicker of fire, burning in his heart.
Lord Doxis turned to be almost blinded by the light that came from Yoozepode's direction.
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