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“On Dark Wings They Glide” They glide through the trees like ghosts in the darkness. They make no sound unless intended and do not strike without purpose. Some have called them demons, others have called them bandits. Both are correct. They descended down upon villages in the middle of the night, cloaked in shadow, giving no sign of their presence. No matter the number of villagers, no matter the strength of their defenses, nothing could keep the occupants safe from what lurked just outside their walls. The moon was full as it rose slowly over the surrounding mountain range which served as the natural barrier between the Pacific

The Fading Shadow: -Chronicles of Smoke- Chapter I The sun began to rise above the high cliffs in the mountains of Tibet, only miles from the Chinese border, a safe haven for the Lin Kuei. The morning mist has not had a chance to dissipate when the sound of battle broke the almost serine silence of the mountains. As the sun cast long shadows of the main temple that the Lin Kuei were housed in, it also cast a shadow upon two young warriors. One was dressed in a deep blue cloak with chain mesh on his sides and a sash on his waist. He wore a black hood with a simple, vented face mask, his eyes shimmered with a chilling blue, and ice ran thr