Looking back down the corridor of his new home, he entered into the room. With a sudden gush of wind swept rain, he was gone.

Dropsical stood in the center of the maze, awaiting Myron's return. As Myron descended through a small mystical tornado. Myron; standing before him, handed him the book, reaching out as he did so. Myron tried at best to speak about the voice he had heard, but as he spoke; Descales' words', descended from his mouth, under no control. " Enjoy your kingdom, oh, master of this darkened realm ". He said, and with that, his gift of sudden movement, descended down upon him, and then he was gone.

Dropsical was happy to receive the book, turning around, as his face shone out, with ghastly over powering evil. He lifted the book down, onto a round, stone table. With the red stone, beaming it's protective glow, across the new foundation of the city, levitating above.

Dropsical stood in front of the stone, as Alvina moved towards' him. " Alvina, here is the stone; it's under your guard. You have been gifted with a voice that you will learn all about , as you grow. you will discover it's powerful qualities'. This is where you will remain, a binding home, of eternal bounty. Never let your guard down, Alvina. This is what you have been chosen for ". He said, as he rose above his new creation, looking out at the vast expanse of the cityscape. Happy with it's closed security, from any venturing elf.

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