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I am a man of peace. Yet I am well aware that we all get pushed to our limits, and sometimes beyond. Suppose, just for a moment, that there was a nation that had always lived at peace. Peace was all they knew. They were sworn to peace. What happens when the invaders come? What happens when their lives and their way of life are threatened? What happens when peace is no longer an option? This is the story of one such nation.

Tony says there are rules when it comes to horror stories, but a story is just a story but is a legend the same thing?

Grandmother took off her amulet of power and placed it over Carena's neck. The council looked askance. Carena's sisters and mother looked jealous. Grandmother looked smug. Then she turned into a pile of dust. Carena picked up the pile of dust, then blew each bit of dust out into the air. She let the fire ripple down her arms. And one by one, she ignited each speck of dust, so that it shone like a star just for an instant. Somehow she knew, this was what Grandmother would have wanted.